Milkcow Blues Boogie:Elvis Presley.
Recorded at Sun Records in 1954.
#1.
[A]Well, I woke up this morning and I looked out the door.
I can tell that that old milk cow..I can tell the way
she lowed.
Well, if you've [D]seen my milk cow..please ride her on [A]home.
I ain't [E]had no milk or butter, [D]since that cow's been [A]gone[E].
#2.
[A]Well, I tried to treat you right..day by day.
Get out your little prayer book, get down on your knees
and pray.
For you're gonna [D]neeeeed..you're gonna need your loving
daddy's help some[A]day.
Well, then you're [E]gonna be sorry..[D]for treating me this [A]way[E].
CHORUS:
[E]Well, [A]believe me, don't that sun look good going down?
Well, [D]believe me, don't that sun look good going [A]down?
Well, [E]don't that old moon look lonesome?
[D]when your baby's not [A]around.[E]
#3.
Well, I [A]tried everything to get along with you.
I'm gonna tell you what I'm going do.
I'm gonna [D]quit my crying, I'm gonna leave you alone.
If [A]you don't believe I'm leaving, you can count the days
I'm gone.
I'm gonna [D]leee...ave...you're gonna need your loving daddy's
help some[A]day.
Well, you're [E]gonna be sorry..[D]you treated me this [A]way.(Fade.)
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.
Recorded at Sun Records in 1954.
#1.
[A]Well, I woke up this morning and I looked out the door.
I can tell that that old milk cow..I can tell the way
she lowed.
Well, if you've [D]seen my milk cow..please ride her on [A]home.
I ain't [E]had no milk or butter, [D]since that cow's been [A]gone[E].
#2.
[A]Well, I tried to treat you right..day by day.
Get out your little prayer book, get down on your knees
and pray.
For you're gonna [D]neeeeed..you're gonna need your loving
daddy's help some[A]day.
Well, then you're [E]gonna be sorry..[D]for treating me this [A]way[E].
CHORUS:
[E]Well, [A]believe me, don't that sun look good going down?
Well, [D]believe me, don't that sun look good going [A]down?
Well, [E]don't that old moon look lonesome?
[D]when your baby's not [A]around.[E]
#3.
Well, I [A]tried everything to get along with you.
I'm gonna tell you what I'm going do.
I'm gonna [D]quit my crying, I'm gonna leave you alone.
If [A]you don't believe I'm leaving, you can count the days
I'm gone.
I'm gonna [D]leee...ave...you're gonna need your loving daddy's
help some[A]day.
Well, you're [E]gonna be sorry..[D]you treated me this [A]way.(Fade.)
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.
