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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!

I was down in the holler just are setting 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 grabbed that hog with all of my grip

Of course l can’t eat hog eyes, but I love chitlins

Down in the hen house on my knees

I thought I heard a chicken sneeze

But it was only the rooster sayin' his prayers

Thanking the Lord for the hens upstairs

Rooster praying, hens a-laying

Pore little pullets just plugging away best they know how

Mama’s in the kitchen fixin' the yeast

Poppa’s in the bedroom greasin' his feets

Sister’s in the cellar squeezin' up the hops

Brother’s at the window just a-watchin' for the cops

Drinkin' home brew-makes you happy

Now, I’m just a city dude a-livin' out of town

Everybody knows me as Moonshine Brown;

I make the beer, and I drink the slop

Got nine little orphans that call me Pop

I’m patriotic… Raising soldiers. Red cross nurses

Ain’t no use me working so hard

I got a gal in the rich folks yard

They kill a chicken, she sends me the head

She thinks I’m working0, I’m laying up in bed

Just dreaming about her. Having a good time..

Two other women

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