The Songs He Sang
Talking Blues: Lyrics
As performed by Cisco Houston
- LP A Legacy
Wanna get to heaven? I'll tell you what to do Just grease your feet in a little mutton stew Go slide outta the devil's hands And ooze over to the promised land Easy Greasy I was standing in the corner by the mantle piece I was standing in the corner by a bucket of grease And I stuck my foot in that bucket of grease Went slippin up and down the mantle piece Hunting matches Ol' plug of chewing tobacco Cigarette butts I'm just a city fellow livin' on a town And everybody calls me Moonshiner Brown I make the beer and I drink the slop Got nine little orphans that call me pop Boys and girls All kinda children I got a gal she's six feet tall And sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall She never takes a bath not even a rub She's afaid she'll slide through the drain in the tub She's skinny Bony Not much meat on her Well there ain't no use in me working too hard 'Cause I got a woman in the rich folks' yard And when they kill a chicken she sends me the feet And she thinks I'm workin I'm walkin the streets Watching traffic Red lights I'm standing on a corner just standing like a man Standing on a corner Lookin for a woman needs a hard working man Don't mind marrying Can't stand settling down No there ain't no use in me working too hard 'Cause I got another woman in the rich folks' yard And when they kill a chicken she sends me the head And she thinks I'm workin' I'm laying up in bed Smoking cigarettes Dreaming about her Two other women Was down the henhouse the other night Was awful dark didn't have no light And I reached for a chicken but I got me a goose But a man came out had to turn him lose Started running Jumping hedges Rose bushes Plowed ground Down the henhouse on my knees And thought I heard a chicken sneeze But it was only a rooster saying his prayers And thanking his god for the hens upstairs Rooster preaching Hens a-praying Pullets Running around taking up a collection Mama's in the bathroom greasing her feet And sister's in the kitchen getting the yeast Brother's in the backyard collecting the hops And I'm at the window just watching for the cops Making home-brew Getting drunk Having a good time
Even with lyrics as patently offensive as these, no one can make a talking blues sound so good. With deft guitar, a perfect arrangement and a great voice, you can overcome a lot.