Milk Cow Blues
McDowell Fred Lyrics

Now asks sweet mama
Asking the woman he desires to be his mama

Lemme be her kid
Let him be her child

She says, 'I might get boogied Like to keep it hid'
She is hesitant because she may get into trouble with her husband

She looked at me She be-gin to smile Says, 'I thought I would use you For my man a while
She agrees to have him but only for a short time

'Tha-at you just don't my husband Catch you there Now, just-just don't let my Husband catch you there'
She warns him not to get caught by her husband

Now, went upstair To pack my leavin' trunk I never saw no whiskey The blues done made me, sloppy drunk Say, I never saw no whiskey Blues done made me sloppy drunk Now, I never saw no whiskey But the blues done made me sloppy drunk
He is leaving and blames his drunkenness on the blues instead of whiskey

Now some said, disease Some said it was, degree'in But it's the slow consumption Killin' you by degrees Lord, it's the slow consumption Killin' you by degrees Now, it's-a slow consumption An it's killin' you by degrees.
He thinks his sickness is caused by a slow consumption that is slowly killing him over time