Garrison Keillor Tishomingo Blues Lyrics

I hear that old piano from down the Avenue
I smell the pine trees, I look around for you
Oh, my sweet, sweet, sweet old someone coming through the door
It's Saturday and the band is playing
Honey, could we ask for more

Spoken:
Hello everybody, on a Saturday night
Welcome to a live broadcast of a Prairie Home Companion
Coming to form WLT, your friendly neighbour station
From the Fitzgerald Theater here in downtown St Paul
With all your friends
The Johnson girls are here, Wanda, and Yolanda
The old trail hands, Dusty and Lefty
Mr Chuck Acres
Garrison and Steele, the Guys All-Star Shoe Band
And many more
Brought to you by All-Star Biscuts and the Big Blue Box
Made from whole wheat that gives shy persons
The strength to get up and do what needs to be done
Brought to you by bee-bop a ree-bop a rhubarb, it's hard rhubarb
It's the secret of the life as we know it
And also brought to you by katchup
Full of natural mellowing agents, katchup
Home grown in Minnesota gardens