Milk Cow Blues - Mississippi Fred McDowell

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