This was the first blues I ever learnt 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-oor

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 ho-ome

Cause I ain't had no milk and butter

Long since the cow's been go-one



Play your Harmonica Steve, yeah



Well I tried everythi-ing woman

Just to get alo-ong with you

And now I'm goin' to tell you

What I'm gonna do-oo

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

I'a a-gonna leave you alo-one

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

Count the days I'm gone

'Cause you're gonna nee-ee-ee-eed

Your lovin' daddy's help some day

And you will definately be sorry

'Cause you treat your man the wrong way-ay-ay-ay



Play your fiddle Carl, yeah, ah-ah

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



Play T.J. - from Chicago



Well, just treat your man right, woman

Day by day-ay

And get out your little prayer book

Get down on your knees and pray

'Cause you're gonna nee-ee-ee-eed

A lovin' daddy's help some day-ay

And you are goin' to be sorry

You just treat your old man the wrong way-ay