Talking Blues
Written by
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis

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G / C / | I got a gal, six feet tall, D / / / Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall, |G / / / |/ / / Eatin' hogs' eyes, / |C / / / |/ / / Spittin’ out the chitlins, / |D / / / |/ / / She loves ice cream, / |G / C / |D / G / |/ / / / | ‘specially with gravy.

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I was out in the wild wood, settin' 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 caught that hog with all of my grip; He got away, still i didn’t really need him anyhow, Had an awful lot of fun shootin’ at him though.

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I was down in the hen house on my knees, When I thought I heard a chicken sneeze, Weren’t nothin’ but the rooster sayin' his prayers, Thankin' the Lord for the hens upstairs. Rooster prayin', hens a-layin', Poor little pullets just pluggin' away best they know.

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Now I don’t have to work too hard, ‘cos I got a gal in the rich folks' yard, And she’s out there workin’, And I’m up here sleepin’, Dreamin’ about her, Her and three other women.

5.

The other day I took me a wife, And I got me a son, he’s the pride of my life, And he rubs mashed potatoes in my hair, Slides them string beans up my nose, says “you’re my paw …. aintcha?” Disgusting!

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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!


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