Talking Blues

Lyrics for Talking Blues

This one all you do is throw your head back And open your tonsils wild and do what's known as the Talking Blues Now you wanna go to heaven, let me tell you what to do Gotta grease your feet in a little mutton stew You just slide out of the devil's hand And ooze over in the Promised Land Take it easy boy Go greasy, slip on the side my friend Well now, Momma's in the kitchen preparin' to eat Sister's in the pantry lookin' for some yeast Papa's in the cellar mixin' up the hops Brother's at the window watchin' for the cops Drinkin' home brew Makes you happy, hic, hic aha Now the rate ain't no use in 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 layin' up in bed I'm havin' a good time I'm dreamin' about her and two other women Now it took me a wife about five years ago We got a little boy now just about four He gets up at the table and he slaps his ma Rubs syrup in my hair, and says ain't you my pa Runs string beans up my nose Rubs mustard in my eyes, potatoes in my ears Cute kid, yeah Well, nobody likes the way I talk So I went out and I took a walk I decided I'd go to some institution Get them to teach me elocution How now, brown cow? Right now, green bull I was down in the hen house, down on my knees When I thought I heard a chicken sneeze But it was only the rooster sayin' his prayers Thankin' the Lord for the hens upstairs What with roosters a-prayin', hens a-layin' Hmmm, little pullets just pluggin' away the best they know how