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As recorded by James "Guitar Slim" Stephens on Eight-Hand Sets and Holy Steps, 1978:

WILDWOOD BLUES SPEAK

Down in the wildwood, sitting on a log
Hand on the trigger and eye on the hog
Tugged that trigger, my gun said blip
Jumped on that hog with all of my grips

Scraped, eating hog eye, love chitlins

I got a woman, she's working hard
Living out down in the white folks' yard
Killed a chicken, saved me the feet
If I ain't home or working I'm walking the street

Having a good time, tired shoulders(?), bad back, nearly fired

Ain't but one thing that you can't understand
To see me walking around like a man
Got no money but I'm having a time
Woman is working in the white folks' yard

All I do is knock on the door
Get them chicken wings and go

Eat, very full, don't have to worry about it

That's the way to live, right there!