Guthrie Woody 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
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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