| This was the first blues I ever learnt from
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| Bob Wells and the Texas Playboys
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| Called the Milk Cow Blues
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| Yeah
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| Well I did woke up this mornin'
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| And I looks out my door-oor
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| Hey, I could tell my milkcow
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| I could tell by the way she lows
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| So if you see… my milk cow
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| Well drive, drive, help her back ho-ome
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| Cause I ain’t had no milk and butter
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| Long since the cow’s been go-one
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| Play your Harmonica Steve, yeah
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| Well I tried everythi-ing woman
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| Just to get alo-ong with you
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| And now I’m goin' to tell you
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| What I’m gonna do-oo
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| Well you know I’m gonna stop a-cryin'
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| I’a a-gonna leave you alo-one
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| If you don’t think I’m leavin', honey
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| Count the days I’m gone
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| 'Cause you’re gonna nee-ee-ee-eed
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| Your lovin' daddy’s help some day
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| And you will definitely be sorry
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| 'Cause you treat your man the wrong way-ay-ay-ay
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| Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah-ah
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| Don’t you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
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| Play T.J. |
| — from Chicago
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| Well, just treat your man right, woman
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| Day by day-ay
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| And get out your little prayer book
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| Get down on your knees and pray
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| 'Cause you’re gonna nee-ee-ee-eed
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| A lovin' daddy’s help some day-ay
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| And you are goin' to be sorry
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| You just treat your old man the wrong way-ay |