Chris Bouchillon - Talking Blues lyrics

If you want to get to heaven Let me tell you how to do it Grease your feet in a little mutton suet Slide right out of the devil's hand And ooze right over in the Promised Land Go easy. Make it easy. Go greasy Standin' in the corner by the mantelpiece Up in the corner by a bucket of grease I greased my feet with a little axle grease Went slippin' up and down that mantelpiece Huntin' matches. Cigarette stubs. Chewin' tobacco. Left overs Make up the beds, gal, make 'em up nice Clean out the house, and chase out the mice Set up the table, and set it up right 'Cause old Preacher Johnson's gonna be here tonight He's a chicken eater. Loves cakes. Loves the sisters, too Standin' on the corner, standin' like a man Standin' on the corner with a bucket in my hand Standin' on the corner with a bucket in my hand Waitin' for sop from the white folk's hand 'La**es. Sweetlin' potatoes. Cold biscuits Down in the wildwood, settin' on a log My finger on the trigger and my eye on a hog I pulled that trigger and the gun said "blip," Jumped on that hog with all my grip Earin' hog eye. Love chittlins Behind the henhouse the other night It was awful dark and I had no light The farmer's dog run out by chance And he bit a big hole in the seat of my pants I jumped gullies. Robe bushes. Plowed ground. Felt funny Behind the henhouse on my knees I thought I heard a chicken sneeze Only a rooster sayin' his prayers And givin' out hymns to the hens upstairs Just preachin'. Hens a-singin'. Little young chickens just a-hopin' They put me in the jailhouse on my knees All they give me was a pan of peas The peas was red and the meat was fat And I got stuck on the jailhouse just for that Go sa**y. Impudent. Wanted to fight Now I been here and I been there I rambled round 'most everywhere Purtiest little gal I ever did see A-walkin' up and down by the side of me Mouth wide open. Catchin' flies. Knows I'm crazy There ain't no use of me workin' so hard I got a woman in the white folk's yard When she k** a chicken she saves me the head She thinks I'm workin' but I'm lyin' in the bed Sleepin'. Havin' a good time. Dreamin' about her There ain't no use of me workin' so hard I got a woman in the white folk's yard When she k** a chicken she saves me the feet She thinks I'm workin' but I'm loafin' the street Havin' a good time. Talkin' about her. To two other women