Churnin' Man Blues

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You know, my real name is Peter Chatmon Down home they call me Buddy Boy My mother and father had all kind of cattle and they raised everything Chickens, hogs, cows Children, goats I come in the category of children, fortunately We all had a job to do I had one brother kill the chickens Because I could never kill a chicken I couldn't kill anybody or anything I had one brother kill the hogs, he was a tough one My job was the churn After my mother milked the cow You know, I got very well known as the churnin' man People from all across the country would come When I churn Oh, Willie Dixon, Big Maceo, Muddy Waters, Eddie Boyd All these boys from Mississippi Come to see Peter Chatmon churn I am a churnman, mama I'll even make your butter come You know I'm a churnman, baby I will even make your butter come So uncover your churn, baby And let me show you how the work is done I put my dasher in And then I turn it around and around I put my dasher in, baby And then I turn it 'round and around And all the girls give me credit For bein' the best churnin' man in town Let's churn a little bit now While I'm churnin', baby Please bring out your towel and pan While I'm churnin', mama Bring me a towel and pan Because I've got too much butter And you can't hold it all in your hand Now baby, bring me a towel And let me wipe my dasher off Baby, bring me a towel Let me wipe my dasher off Because this butter's too precious You know I don't want one bit of it lost