Pass the Biscuit, Mirandy

Pass The Biscuits, Mirandy - Spike Jones

Lyrics by：Porter

Composed by：Carl Hoefle/Del Porter

In the hills of Tennessee sittin' neath a hickory tree

There's an ornery rifle shootin' mountaineer

He loves mountain feuds and he also loves good food

And when he goes home to supper you will hear

Oh pass the biscuits Miranda

I'm just as hungry as sin

Pass the Gravy Miranda

Give me some stuff to sop 'em in

Since nine o'clock I've been sittin on a rock

A shoot'n every thing in sight

I shot the boys and a dozen Barton boys

A-shoot'n gives a man an appetite

Oh pass the biscuits Miranda

Pass 'em and kiss me goodbye

They're so heavy Miranda

I feel that I'm a-gonna die

Then he heard a rifle crack and a bullet hit the shack

And another broke the dishes on the shelf

So he grabbed his trusty gun 'cause the battle had begun

And he knew that he must then protect himself

Oh pass the biscuits Miranda

I'm a-gonna load up my gun

I'll use your biscuits for bullets

I'll put them varmints on the run

He poured a ton of black powder in his gun

Rammed the biscuits into place

Then he took aim

Oh my goodness what a shame

Bang the gun exploded in his face

Oh pass the bandes Miranda

I know that I'm gonna die

Darn your biscuits Miranda

I knew that give me bye and bye