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.