Lyrics:

Every mornin' ol' Tee-tot come 'round
Settin' up his shoe shine box in town and
He'd sing: 'Good mornin' Montgomery'
He'd sing: 'Good mornin' Montgomery'
He'd sing: 'Good mornin' Montgomery, Alabam'
I'm so glad don't be sad, there's no way that you can feel bad
When this dear man with a tin pan started to play the blues

Met this little white boy Hiram 'Hank'
Took him in right under his wing and
He'd say; 'Tee-tot make it ring'
He'd say; 'Tee-tot make it ring'
He would laugh and he would sing
Could you please show me, show me, show me, show me
If I could play just like you, I'd give anything

Well, he learned to play like the old man said he would
Little Hiriam got his name in Hollywood
I wish Tee-tot could have stayed around
Then maybe little Hiriam would not have drowned and
All those things that does a boy who wants to sing no good

Little Hiram's music's had a worldwide touch and
We all owe Mr. Rufus Payne so much
Yeah we got peanuts; fresh peanuts put your money in the tin cup
I can see them now with a big ol' smile splitting the day's work up
We got peanuts now Hank shine 'em up
Could you please show me, show me, show me, show me
If only I could play like you, I'd give anything

Yes, Mr. Payne and Hiram 'Hank' loved each other so much