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