Talking Blues

by Woody Guthrie

　　If you want to get to heaven, tell you what to do Gotta grease your feet with some good beef stew Slide right out of the devil's hand And slide over into the promised land But go easy, go greasy. Standing in the corner by the mantel piece Up in the corner by a bucket of grease I stuck my foot in that bucket of grease And go a slipping up and down the mantel piece Hunting matches. Cigaret stubs. Shortage on.