From Silber & Silber, 1973, Folksinger's Workbook (Oak Publ.)

TALKING BLUES

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 a-settin' on a log,
My finger on the trigger and my eye on a hog.
I pulled the trigger and my gun went zip,
And I grabbed that hog with all of my grip.
'Course I 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,
Thankin' the lord for the hens upstairs.
Rooster prayin', hens a-layin', little pullets just pluggin' away best they know how.

Mamma's in the kitchen fixin' the yeast.
Poppa's in the bedroom greasin' his feet.
Sister's in the cellar squeezin' up the hops.
Brother's in the window just a-watchin' for the cops.
Drinkin' home brew-- makes you happy.

I'll do the rest of the verses in a few min. Minimum caps in my typing due to poor typing skills. Sorry.