Song | Who's Gonna Feed Them Hogs |
Artist | Tom T. Hall |
Album | In Search Of A Song |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hall | |
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] |
zuo ci : Hall | |
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 hograisin' man | |
Four hundred hogs comes to sixteen hundred feet | |
The market' s up and there are people awaitin' 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 |
zuò cí : Hall | |
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 hograisin' man | |
Four hundred hogs comes to sixteen hundred feet | |
The market' s up and there are people awaitin' 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 |