Lyrics:

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