Talking Blues

[Intro] 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! [Verse] I was down in the holler just are setting 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 Of 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 Thanking the Lord for the hens upstairs Rooster praying , hens a-laying Pore little pullets just plugging 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... Raising soldiers. Red cross nurses Ain't no use me working so hard I got a gal in the rich folks yard They kill a chicken, she sends me the head She thinks I'm working0, I'm laying up in bed Just dreaming about her. Having a good time. .. Two other women