Milk Cow Blues

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
 Killin' you by degrees
 Lord, it's the slow consumption
 Killin' you by degrees
 
 Now, it's-a slow consumption
 An it's killin' you by degrees.