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Walk The Chalk Line (© Hog House
Music)
Boll Weevil (© Hog House Music)
Lasso of the Lord (© Hog House
Music)
Prayer In Open G (© Hog House Music)
Hog Wild & Hog Tied (© Hog House Music)
The Ballad of Belva Chalk (© Hog House Music)
Walk The Chalk
Line (Judeen Chalk ©
1998) He
walked in lookin’ good and lookin’ for a real good
time I
said “now don’t you come on with a come on unless you plan to tow the
line I
like to do things my way and what Belva wants Belva
gets It
ain’t that I can’t compromise I just haven’t had to
yet CHORUS Walk / Walk the Chalk line Do
it my way / we’ll be doin’ just fine Walk / walk the Chalk line If
you wanna be mine you’ll walk The Chalk line My
old man thought he’d try layin’ down the law with
me I
said “now boy all that’s gonna get ya is to be my
used-to-be” I
think what we have here is failure to communicate
I
believe in second chances but for you it’s just too late
(to) CHORUS Someone asked the question “Can’t we all just get along?” It
really ain’t no mystery just listen to this
song And walk Look to the east / Look to the west / Look no further my way
is best (Walk) There’ll be no need to fuss or fight / once you start
admittin’ I’m always right (Walk) Say no to drugs and yes to he Chalks / you’ll walk a lot
straighter when you do the walk Come on and CHORUS CHORUS (hand clap and booty slap right long with us on this
part) Chalk It Up
Boll Weevil (Judeen Chalk ©1997) Daddy quit providing when he took up with the bottle
Mama quit a-waitin’ round and took a job
instead She tried sellin’ hair nets at a road side stand
Business died due to lack of demand
I
took it ‘pon myself to get me family fed I
said come on little sister fetch me my gun You know it’s time for supper gonna get me
some Boll weevil / boll weevil When you serve it hot you can’t taste the
buckshot Boll weevil’s on the plate whether you like it or
not Daddy couldn’t bring himself to use the pig for pork
chops Mama couldn’t bring herself to use the dog for
stew I
ain’t exaggeratin’ y’all the times were tough
That bowl of steam wasn’t fillin’ enough
I
did the only thing a hungry girl could do I
said come on little sister fetch me my gun You know it’s time for supper gonna get me
some Boll weevil / boll weevil Ain’t bad raw with a side of
coleslaw Boll weevil gonna love it if you didn’t
before Some folks rave about caviar and other fine
delicacies They ain’t tried boll weevil on white bread topped off with
government cheese Folks say you can’t catch a boll weevil with a shotgun
I
say when I take aim ain’t nothin’ gets away Ya
pick out the bullet fragments and ya salt ‘em
down Grease up the skillet and toss ‘em around
My
mouth just starts to water gota get me some
today Hey hey come on little sister fetch me my gun
You know it’s time for supper gonna get me
some Boll weevil / boll weevil Tastes good fried a little okra on the side
Boll weevil don’t you knock it till you give it a
try Boll weevil / boll weevil Tender and lean a good source of protein ) and
riboflavin) Boll weevil once you try it then you’ll know what I
mean Boll weevil
Lasso of the
Lord (Judeen Chalk additional lyrics
Judelle Chalk
©1996) There was a time when I was blind and wayward in my
youth I
consorted with the Devil and refused to seek the
Truth It’s like I’s on a buckin’ bronc just destined to go down
down down Then somethin’ took a hold of me and turned my life
around Caught up in the lasso of the
Lord He
wrangled my spirit and would not be ignored Though my ways were wicked my faith He did
stir Caught up in the lasso of my Savior the
Lord Them demons don’t go easily / it took more than one go
‘round But the good Lord grabbed me by the horns and wrestled me to
he ground With my eyes turned ever upward I renounced that life I
led I
quit hangin’ ‘round with vipers and took to handlin’ snakes
instead Caught up in the lasso of the
Lord I’ve been roped tied and branded of my own
accord I’m a sheep in His flock now / a heifer in His
herd Caught in the lasso of my Savior the
Lord Well my days of passin’ bad checks are through And my shop liftin’ ways well they’re gone
too I
won’t be working’ no more voodoo I
swear to God / Whoa I can’t do that neither But I’m proud to say I’ve changed my ways and I’m here to
testify That the Lord’s lovin’ lariat saved my sorry
hide I
used saddle up with sinners but now Satan’s reins are
gone Strapped on that feed bag of forgiveness and let the Lord’s
love spur me on Caught up in the lass of the
Lord In
His heavenly round up my place is restored I’ll be forever nourished at the trough of His
word Caught up in the lasso of my Savior the
Lord Caught up in the lasso of my Savior the
Lord Caught up / she’s handlin’ snakes now / caught up / she’s
proselytizin’ Caught up / she’s spreadin’ the Good Word / caught up in His
lasso Caught up / she’s healin’ the sick now / caught up / she’s
makin’ the blind see Caught up / she’s makin’ the lame walk / caught up in His
lasso Caught up / she’ a mighty fortress / caught up / her
circle’s unbroken Caught up / her grace is amazin’ / caught up in His
Lasso Caught up / she’s walkin’ on water / caught up / she’s a
fisher of men now Caught up / she’s testifyin’ / caught up in His
lasso Caught up / she’s seen the light now / caught up / she’s
leadin’ the Praise Team Caught up / she’s spreadin’ the Good word / caught up in His
lasso Caught up in the lasso of my Savior
Praise the Lord
Prayer In Open G (Judeen Chalk
©1995) I
used to dream I was dancin’ on your grave I
lived for the day when you would drop dead But now I know that just ain’t how a Christian
behaves And so I pray that somehow you get real sick
instead You brought my life nothin’ but sufferin’ and
pain So
it ain’t much to ask that you suffer the same
Nothin’ fatal just real painful / that’ll still suit my
aim How I pray for the day Pain is your middle
name I
planned to waste you for wastin’ our love But my guardian angel spoke to me from
above Sayin’ girl “you’ll draw a check every month so long as he
draws a breath It
ain’t fiscally sound to cause his untimely
death” So
now when I’m nestled all snug in my bed Thoughts of hemorrhoids and ulcers just
dance And how ‘bout scabies / that’s fitting ‘cuz y’all are one
and the same How I pray for the day Pain is your middle
name “Vengeance is Mine” sayeth the
Lord So
if he’d smite you with colitis, gastritis, phlebitis
I’ll take that as my reward I
had a dream / it’s strange but it’s true I
dreamt that you were a capon with no cock-a
doodle-doo And I took that as a sign that you were fair game
‘Cuz I pray for the day Pain is your middle
name How I pray for the day Pain is your / your middle name
Hog Wild &
Hog Tied (Judeen Chalk
©1993) Well I’m a God fearin’
woman ain’t got a hatin’ bone But the Church has
done rebuked me cause I got a lovin’ jones Oh I tried the
straight and narrow but it don’t turn out right Cuz although I seem
straight laced by day I’m strictly black lace by
night I go hog wild when you
hog tie me up Slather me with
barbeque and lick me like a pup A latex suit and steel
tip boots makes the slut in me erupt I go hog wild when you
tie me up No one was suspecting while singing in the
choir That the minister of
music and me how we’d conspire At first it started
simple whips and manacles
would do But before I knew what
hit me we’s usin’ farm equipment too I go hog wild when you
hog tie me up Poke me with a cattle
prod and turn the voltage up And I never dreamed a
milking machine could make me feel so dang corrupt I go hog wild when you
tie me up When our secret was
discovered I’s there tethered to a pew So when the deacon
walked in us there was nothin’ I could do Oh he swore I’d be
tormented all the rest of my born days So I just looked real
deep into his eyes moanin’ ”let me count the ways” Cuz I go hog wild when
you hog tie me up You know I like the
rodeo so baby saddle up And a good sharp spur
is somethin’ I prefer so jab me hard and ride me
rough I go hog wild when you
tie me up (She goes hog wild
when you tie her up) I go hog wild when you hog tie me up
The Ballad of Belva
Chalk (Judeen Chalk
©1993) She weren’t no beautiful girl in her teens
With a back brace, head-gear and hand-me-down
jeans All she wanted to be was the home coming
queen It
never happened she was just too ugly But time marches on and now she’s full
grown And the back brace and the head-gear well they’re long
gone Now the men are lining up for the just the chance to
gawk At
the little country vixen known as Belva Chalk CHORUS Belva you’re lookin’ so beautiful
Belva you’re lookin’ so fine Each night they’re drawin’ chalk
lines ‘Round the bodies that Belva leaves
behind Belva’s popularity’s grown far and wide
She’s got men in the city and
countryside Her commitment to lovin’ is bona
fide She ‘s got a quota and she aims to fill
it She like ‘em short, tall, thin, fat, white or
black Don’t care if he drives a pick-up or a
Cadillac It
don’t take much to get her on her back To
her a pair of pants is an aphrodisiac CHORUS You better be thinkin’ twice about mister / if she says it’s
just a fever blister ‘Cuz when Belva comes around she likes to do the
town And I mean she likes to do the
town She’s never been to college but the men agree
When it comes to lovin’ Belva’s got
Phd. Too bad she had to earn it down there on her knees
But we’re proud to have a doctor in the
family CHORUS
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