Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you help me?

Here's your water, Granny.

Doubtless a man of fastidious taste.

We'll be lookin' for you.

Not after he smelled that vile hillbilly brew.

Where are you from?

Why did he go next door?

Well, they had an hour to eat before they come.

What's the problem?

When you were yelling, free, free!

♪ Collard greens, collard greens, good old collard greens ♪ ♪ Cornbread and pat-pats and good old collard greens ♪

Never mind that.

Couldn't he come?

Well, Jed, spring wouldn't be spring unless I walked up a good big pot of collards and side meat.

Never going back.

Now remember, Tuck, these folks think I'm just sort of a singing hobo, and I like it that way.

Nashville, Tennessee, ma'am.

Now that I would purely love.

No, we don't get down to the post office much.

Watch great stories and witness the miracles.

Now, if you wish to continue this conversation, please lower your voice.

There's one that will.

Granny, you reckon I could have a little helping to hold me to supper?

The kinfolk said, Jed, move it!