There's my field
There's my cattle
And there's my men
He want his ham hocks hot
And his lemonade cold
Don't want to hear no lip
Just do what you told
Pluck them chickens
Scrub them pots and pans
You gonna turn that butter 'til it cramp your hands
If you think hard work been doggin' you before
Huh! Get ready for the big dog
This my house!
Fix that broken window
'Fore the rain come in
You got to kill that rat
With this here rollin' pin
Mop this floor
Pick up all this mess
You know that cleanliness
Next to godliness
If you think hard work been doggin' you before
Get ready for the big dog
Huh!
Nettie, go to the schoolhouse (sweep this barn, milk that cow)
Get a college degree (water from the well, fields to plow)
Nettie teching the children (brush my horse, feed that pig)
To spell Tennessee (Tree to chop, ditch to dig)
(Fetch them eggs, pitch that hay)
Won't be time for no garden (patch on the fence so the billy don't stray)
No birds gonna sing (pull those turnips, hose those greens)
Won't be time for my reading (feed the baby goats 'til the last one weans)
Get ready for the big dog
Work!
Huh!
Harpo, I done told you 'bout this
Get my belt
I'ma beat you clean to death, boy
No! Pa!
Come here!
When I lay me down to sleep
I will say my prayer
You spill your food on the floor
You oughta eat it off the floor
That God love me so deep (You little pig)
He will promise our souls
To keep together
Bedroom's upstairs
I'll say a prayer
He like his bath real hot
Like it 'bout to boil
You got to rub his feet
With some liniment oil
Shave his whiskers
Hope it's understood
That you best not cut him
Or he beat you good
If you think hard work been dogging you before
Get ready for the big dog
Huh!