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Woody Guthrie
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Talking Blues
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, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Poppa's in the bedroom greasin' his feets 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 filename[ TALKBLUE RG
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