Talking Blues Lyrics

Talking Blues

If you want to get to heaven, let me tell you what to do,

You gotta grease your feet in a little mutton stew.

Slide right out of the devil's hand,

And ease over to the Promised Land.

Take it easy! Go greasy!

I was down in the holler just a'settin' on a log,

My finger on the trigger and my eye on a hog;

I pulled that trigger and the gun went "zip"

And I grabbed that hog with all of my grip

'Course l can't eat hog eyes, but I love chitlins

Down in the hen house on my knees,

I thought I heard a chicken sneeze,

But it was only the rooster sayin' his prayers

Thankin' the Lord for the hens upstairs.

Rooster prayin', hens a-layin',

Pore little pullets just pluggin' away best they know how.

Mama's in the kitchen fixin' the yeast,

Poppa's in the bedroom greasin' his feets
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Sister's in the cellar squeezin' up the hops,

Brother's at the window just a-watchin' for the cops.

Drinkin' home brew-makes you happy.

Now, I'm just a city dude a-livin' out of town.

Everybody knows me as Moonshine Brown;

I make the beer, and I drink the slop,

Got nine little orphans that call me Pop.

I'm patriotic...raisin' soldiers. Red cross nurses.

Ain't no use me workin' so hard,

I got a gal in the rich folks' yard.

They kill a chicken, she sends me the head.

She thinks I'm workin', I'm a-layin' up in bed.

Just dreamin' about her. Havin' a good time. . .

Two other women.

Recorded by Woody Guthrie

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