TRACK 8 — GOODNESS GRACIOUS! WHO ATE MY BISCUITS?!

TRACK 8 — GOODNESS GRACIOUS! WHO ATE MY BISCUITS?! Bubba Patrick — North Georgia Memories [INTRO — SPOKEN, PLAYFUL GUITAR AND HONKY-TONK PIANO] Well, goodness gracious! I’ll tell y’all somethin’! Growin’ up in North Georgia, we didn’t need no fancy restaurant. We had my Papa! Now Mama was always proper. She watched what she said and how she said it. But Papa? Well, Papa had a few expressions of his own! Especially when somethin’ didn’t go his way! He’d holler, “DADGUMMIT!” And you knew right then somebody better straighten up! But let me tell y’all about his cookin’! [FIDDLE KICKS IN — UPBEAT COUNTRY SWING] [VERSE 1] Papa made them buttermilk biscuits, Golden brown and mighty fine, Big old fluffy homemade biscuits, Worth gettin’ up for every time! Had that sweet Georgia cornbread, Cookin’ in an iron pan, Butter meltin’ down the middle, Goodness gracious, what a man! I’d come runnin’ through that kitchen, Smellin’ breakfast down the hall, Papa’d say, “Now hold on, Bubba! Leave a little for us all!” [CHORUS — BOUNCY FULL BAND] Goodness gracious! Mercy me! Pass them biscuits and that sweet tea! Buttermilk biscuits, cornbread sweet, North Georgia sure knows how to eat! Well, I declare! And I’ll be! Ain’t nothin’ like good old Georgia sweet tea! Goodness gracious! What a sight! Papa’s cookin’ made everything right! [VERSE 2] Papa taught me how to make it, That good old Georgia sweet tea, Said, “Now pay attention, Bubba, And listen close to me!” You brew that tea just right, son, And sweeten it while it’s hot, Don’t go makin’ weak old water, Put some flavor in that pot! Then you cool it down and pour it, Over ice piled nice and high, Take a sip on a Georgia afternoon, And let out a satisfied sigh! [SPOKEN — MUSIC STOPS] Well, goodness gracious! Now THAT is some good old Georgia sweet tea! And don’t y’all go bringin’ me none of that unsweetened stuff! I reckon that’s just water with an identity problem! [PIANO RIFF — BAND LAUGHS] [CHORUS] Goodness gracious! Mercy me! Pass them biscuits and that sweet tea! Buttermilk biscuits, cornbread sweet, North Georgia sure knows how to eat! Well, I declare! And I’ll be! Ain’t nothin’ like good old Georgia sweet tea! Goodness gracious! What a sight! Papa’s cookin’ made everything right! [VERSE 3 — PLAYFUL STORYTELLING] One mornin’ I came wanderin’, Smelled them biscuits in the air, Jason was already sittin’, With that hungry-lookin’ stare! Papa had the cornbread ready, Golden crust around the side, And I spotted one last biscuit, Sittin’ there with country pride! I reached over for that biscuit, Jason reached across for it too, We both grabbed it at the same time, Didn’t know what else to do! Then that biscuit went a-flyin’, Like a bird without a wing, Landed right beside Papa, And that’s when we heard him sing! [SPOKEN — MUSIC STOPS] “DADGUMMIT, BOYS!” “Can’t a man make biscuits without y’all startin’ a wrestling match?!” [COMICAL FIDDLE] I said, “Papa, Jason started it!” Jason said, “No, sir, Bubba did!” Papa said, “Well, goodness gracious, I don’t care WHO started it!” “Somebody pick that biscuit up!” [CHORUS — BIGGER AND FUNNIER] Goodness gracious! Mercy me! Pass them biscuits and that sweet tea! Buttermilk biscuits, cornbread sweet, North Georgia sure knows how to eat! Well, I declare! And I’ll be! Ain’t nothin’ like good old Georgia sweet tea! Goodness gracious! What a sight! Papa’s cookin’ made everything right! [BRIDGE — SPOKEN WITH QUIET GUITAR PICKING] Now Mama was a proper lady. She didn’t go around hollerin’ and carryin’ on. But Papa? Oh, Papa was somethin’ else! He could make a pan of biscuits, Bake some sweet cornbread, And teach a young fella how to make sweet tea… All before most folks finished their first cup of coffee! And somehow… He could say “dadgummit” about twelve different ways! There was the happy dadgummit. The surprised dadgummit. And then there was the one that meant… BOYS, Y’ALL BETTER GET OUT OF THIS KITCHEN! [UPBEAT FIDDLE AND HARMONICA BREAK] [FINAL VERSE — WARM AND NOSTALGIC] Now them North Georgia mornings, Still come back to me sometimes, Smell of Papa’s homemade biscuits, Georgia sunshine through the pines. Sweet cornbread upon the table, Good old Georgia sweet tea, And the things my Papa taught me, Are still a part of me. Didn’t know back in those days, What those little moments meant, Now I’d give a whole lot more, For one more morning spent. [FINAL CHORUS — JOYFUL, FULL BAND] Goodness gracious! Mercy me! Pass them biscuits and that sweet tea! Buttermilk biscuits, cornbread sweet, North Georgia sure knows how to eat! Well, I declare! And I’ll be! Ain’t nothin’ like good old Georgia sweet tea! Goodness gracious! What a sight! Those old memories still feel right! [OUTRO — SPOKEN, SLOW GUITAR PICKING] Well, I’ll tell y’all somethin’. Papa taught me a lot more than how to make biscuits and sweet tea. He taught me things I didn’t even know I was learnin’. And every now