Ry Cooder - J. Edgar lyrics
[Ry Cooder - J. Edgar lyrics]
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 nothing'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 you
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 nothing'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 you