Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He needs me.
Now I ain't got nobody to make me biscuits and red-eyed gravy.
Miss Jane, I've never seen nothing so pretty in all my life.
No more to roam Where friends is so dear And the air is so clear
Are you the only one there?
I'm gonna play the auto harp and I'm gonna sing.
Of course.
Four little bits equals one mil in the mountain.
It sure did set up fast.
Uh-huh.
Like I say, if you ain't never heard of him, you got a real treat coming.
So I rambled all around, and nothing could be found to take the place of her in Tennessee.
Take your shoes off.
Ask her, can she cook?
Hey, let me watch.
Fine.
Look how anxious they are.
Me too, Lester.
Want things to do.
Don't come back now, dear.