Milk Cow Blues

This was the first blues I ever learned

From Bob Wells and the Texas Playboys

Called the Milk Cow Blues

Yeah.

Well, I did woke up this mornin'

And I looks out my door

Hey, I could tell my milkcow

I could tell by the way she lows

So if you see my milk cow

Well drive, drive, help her back home

'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter

Long since the cow's been gone.

Play your Harmonica Steve, yeah

Well, I tried everything woman

Just to get along with you

And now I'm goin' to tell you

What I'm gonna do.

Well, you know I'm gonna stop a-cryin'

I'a gonna leave you alone

If you don't think I'm leavin', honey

Count the days I'm gone

'Cause you're gonna need

Your lovin' daddy's help some day

And you will definately be sorry

'Cause you treat your man the wrong way.

Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah, ah

Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah

Well, just treat your man right, woman

Day by day

And get out your little prayer book

Get down on your knees and pray

'Cause you're gonna need

A lovin' daddy's help some day

And you are goin' to be sorry

You just treat your old man the wrong way...