Now asks sweet mama Lemme be her kid She says, 'I might get boogied Like to keep it hid' Well, she looked at me She be-gin to smile Says, 'I thought I would use you For my man a while 'Tha-at you just don't my husband Catch you there Now, just-just don't let my Husband catch you there' Now, went upstair To pack my leavin' trunk I never saw no whiskey The blues done made me, sloppy drunk Say, I never saw no whiskey Blues done made me sloppy drunk Now, I never saw no whiskey But the blues done made me sloppy drunk Now some said, disease Some said it was, degree'in But it's the slow consumption k**in' you by degrees Lord, it's the slow consumption k**in' you by degrees Now, it's-a slow consumption An it's k**in' you by degrees