I'm southern born and corn bred  My folks are just the same  I got my southern heritage  I got my papaw's name  I fell in love with a little girl when I was six years old  She had the name of Martha White and she had her own radio show    You see, Martha had a brand of flour, for biscuits, cakes and pies  She had Shirley Temple golden curly hair and southern, baby blue eyes  And on Saturday nights with my guitar, I'd sit and play along  I knew every word and every note to that Martha White hour theme song    Well my folks took a vacation down to Nashville, Tennessee  Bought me a Goo Goo Cluster and a front row seat to the Grand Ol' Opry  And there before my childish eyes was that high and lonesome sound  But nowhere on that Opry stage was Martha to be found  Well I finally found my Martha out in the Opry stars' parking lot  She was cooling off them up and coming boys  You see they were Billboard hot and they were drinking something out of a brown paper bag  I knew I'd lost my Martha the only love I'd ever had    Oh, they're all better looking than the ones who went before  Same old hat, same old voice  Can they give us nothing more?  They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud  Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud  You got your French croissant and all that Italian pastry-chef voodoo  You just pop one of them suckers in your mouth, slivate and chew  But what you won't find on the shelves of the finer kitchens of the world  Is the face of our self-promoting, self-perpetuating, self-rising flour girl    You only get it in the southland  That's where demographics best  It's the brand that Mom and Daddy bought | They won't give the girl a rest  And it's the same as it ever was from fifty years ago  She ain't mortal like you and me  Martha White will never grow old    They're all better looking than the ones who went before  Same old hat, same old voice  Can they give us nothing more?  They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud  Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud  For the finest biscuits ever was get Martha White self-rising flour  The one all purpose flour  Martha White self-rising flour with the hot rize plus    these lyrics are submitted by burkul