Tom T. Hall - Who’s Gonna Feed Them Hogs lyrics
[Tom T. Hall - Who’s Gonna Feed Them Hogs lyrics]
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 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
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 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