Big Dog Lyrics. From Musical "Color Purple"

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Big Dog Lyrics


by . From Color Purple.


Mister
There's my field, there's my cattle, there's my men.
Fieldhands
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 churn that butter
'Til it cramp your hands.
If you think hard work
Been doggin' you before . . .
Hunh!
Get ready for the big dog!
Mister
This my house.
4
Mister fieldhands
Fix that
Work!
Broken window
'Fore the
Work!
Rain come in.
You got to
Work!
Kill that rat
With this here . . .
Work!
Rollin' pin.
Humm!
Mop this floor,
Pick up humm!
All this mess.
You know that
Mister & fieldhands
Cleanliness
Next to
Godliness.
Fieldhands
If you think hard work
Been doggin' you before,
Get ready for the big dog!
Hunh!
Mister celie
Sweep this barn, nettie go
Milk that cow. To the schoolhouse
Water from the well, get her
Fields to plow. College degree.
Brush my horse. Nettie teachin'
Feed that pig. Her children
Tree to chop, to spell
Ditch to dig. Tennessee.
Fetch them eggs, won't be time
Pitch that hay. For a garden.
Patch the fence,
So the billy no birds
Don't stray. Gonna sing.
Pull the turnips, won't be time
Hose the greens, for my readin'.
Feed the baby goats
'Til the last one weans.
Fieldhands
Get ready for the big dog!
Mister
Work!
Fieldhands
Hunh!
Mister
Harpo! I warned you about this. I'm gon' beat you clean to death. Get my belt!
Harpo
No! Pa!
Celie
When i lay me down to sleep
I will say my prayer
Mister
You throw your food on the floor, you eats it off the floor, you little pig.
Celie
That god love me so deep,
He will promise our souls to keep
Girl
Daddy, can i have . . .
Mister
You get nothin' from me, girl. And the next one of you says a word gets tied to the
Fence post.
Celie
Together.
Mister
Bedroom's upstairs.
Celie
I say a prayer.
Fieldhands
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 doggin' you before,
Get ready for the big dog! Hunh!


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