Who's Gonna Feed Them Hogs

I met him in a hospital about a year ago

And why i still remember him i guess i'll never know

He'd lie there and cry out in a medicated fog,

"here i am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"



"four hundred hogs, they just standin' out there

My wife can't feed 'em and my neighbors don't care

They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs

Here i am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"



His face was lean and his hands were rough

His way was hogs and his nature was tough

His doctors tried to tell him that he may not live at all

But all he ever talked about was who's gonna feed them hogs



"four hundred hogs, they just standin' out there

My wife can't feed 'em and my neighbors don't care

They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs

Here i am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"



Four hundred hogs comes to eight hundred hams

And that's a lot of money for a hog-raisin' man

Four hundred hogs comes to sixteen hundred feet

The market's up and there are people a-waitin' on that meat



Well, the doctors say they do not know what saved the man from death

But in a few days he put on his overalls and he left

That's all there is to this small song but waitress, before you leave,

Would you bring me some coffee and a hot ham sandwich, please?



Four hundred hogs they're just standing out there

His wife couldn't feed 'em and his neighbors didn't care

They couldn't get out and roam around like his old huntin' dogs...

[fades out]


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