https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Jb2ZZCqJT4

[Intro]
 


[Verse 1]

Back in the da

ys when I was 

a lad

There was only

 one thing tha

t could make m

e glad
              
A good bunch o

             
f biscuits a g

             
ood batch of b

iscuits

Mama could mak

e mighty good 

gravy
    
And there was 

never no buts 

nor maybes
             
We’d get biscu

              
its a good bun

      
ch of biscuits


[Verse 2]

Papa didn’t cu

ss but just a 

little bit
       
But if mama di

dn’t cook ’em 

he’d throw a b

ig fit
             
Pass me them b

              
iscuits those 

          
High Life bisc

uits
    
And us little 

kids all sixte

en of us
   
If mama didn’t

 make ’em you 

could hear us 

fuss
              
I want another

             
 biscuit a goo

           
d bunch of bis

cuits


[Chorus]
      
Three times a 

day seven days

 a week

We just couldn

’t resist it

Clean up the p

late that was 

our fate;
             
We didn’t leav

             
e a solitary b

iscuit
  
I don’t see ho

w mama ever di

d make ’em
 
Enough to keep

 up with the w

ay we ate ’em
              
A good bunch o

             
f biscuits a f

             
ine bunch of b

iscuits


[Instrumental]
 


[Verse 3]

I love a man s

op red-eyed gr

avy
       
With a biscuit

 so light it’l

l drive you cr

azy
              
A good bunch o

             
f biscuits a g

             
ood bunch of b

iscuits

Most of us kid

s had our fing

ernails missin

g
       
It was caused 

by grabbin’ th

em hot-fried b

iscuits
             
Goodness graci

              
ous they’re go

   
od biscuits


[Chorus]
      
Three times a 

day seven days

 a week

We just couldn

’t resist it

Clean up the p

late that was 

our fate;
             
We didn’t leav

             
e a solitary b

iscuit
  
I don’t see ho

w mama ever di

d make ’em
 
Enough to keep

 up with the w

ay we ate ’em
              
A good bunch o

             
f biscuits a f

             
ine bunch of b

iscuits


[Instrumental]
 


[Verse 4]
  
I turned eight

een I got me a

 wife

Oughtta be sla

pped for it th

e rest of my l

ife
             
But I got bisc

              
uits a fine bu

       
nch of biscuit

s
     
If I ever get 

rich we’ll hav

e a lot more
    
But I’ll keep 

eatin’ just li

ke I was befor

e
             
Goodness graci

              
ous they’re go

   
od biscuits


[Outro]
             
Goodness graci

              
ous they’re go

   
od biscuits