Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his name He'd eat up all our victuals and start back up again Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane Well, that's how J. Edgar Hoover got his name
Now, momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool So we'd have something good to eat when we got home from school J. Edgar climbed up on the porch and ate up all that pie When we got home that mornin' we heard our mamma cry
J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what you've done You ate up the cherry pie that was for everyone We made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too But God help us, J. Edgar, 'cause nothin's safe from you
We had an extra man named Bob he wouldn't work a lick He drank bad moonshine likker, and it always made him sick We rode to church on Sunday and stayed a while in town When we reached home at suppertime, poor Bob could not be found
He wasn't in the parlor, and he wasn't in the lane Drinking in the pantry or sleepin' in the hay His hat was in the pigpen, that he always wore Poor Bob won't be drinking moonshine likker anymore
J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don't seem fair You ate Bob our hired hand while we were at prayer Let's say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too God help us J. Edgar, nobody's safe from youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
