Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where are you from?

Not after he smelled that vile hillbilly brew.

Here's your water, Granny.

Couldn't he come?

The kinfolk said, Jed, move it!

There's one that will.

Why did he go next door?

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

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

Watch great stories and witness the miracles.

We'll be lookin' for you.

Can you help me?

Doubtless a man of fastidious taste.

Never mind that.

When you were yelling, free, free!

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

Nashville, Tennessee, ma'am.

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

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

Never going back.

What's the problem?

Now that I would purely love.

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

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