"Talkin' Blues" lyrics - JACK ELLIOTT & DERROLL ADAMS

I got a gal, six feet tall,
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
Eating hog-eye, spittin'out chitlins,
Just loves ice cream, specially with gravy.

You got any?
No

Down in the wildwood sitting on a log,
Finger on the trigger, eye on the hog
Pulled the trigger and the gun went zip
And I caught that hog with all my grip
He got away and I didn't need him anyhow!
I had an awful lot of fun shootin' him though!

I don't have to work so hard,
'Cause I got a gal in the rich folks yard
She's down there working, I'm up here sleeping
Dreaming about her, her and three other women

I was out in the henhouse, down on my knees,
I thought I heard a chicken sneeze
It was nothing but the rooster sayin' his prayers
Thanking his Lord for the hens upstairs
Oh My! Such a carryings-on you never did see!

You got any?
No
Yup

Well I went to church the other night,
A big fat sister sat at my right
She got religious and grabbed my hand
And tromped on me and another man
Couldn't hear a damn thing, shoutin' out loud
My word what a noise!

On the other day I took me a wife
And I got a little son, he's the pride of my life
Rubs mashed potatoes in my hair, slides stringbeans up my nose
And says "You're my pa, ain't you?"
Disgusting!