Just look a-here mama, don't treat pig meat the way you do
Oh don't treat pig meat the way you do
If you don't believe it's pig meat, ask anybody in the neighborhood
If you don't believe it's pig meat, (come down here on the grass ?)
Oh (come down here on the grass ?)
I got somethin' about a pig meat, sweet mama I ain't told you yet
I was born and raised in the country, mama but I'm a stayin' in town
Spoken: In New York City is what I'm talkin' about
I was born and raised in the country, mama but I'm a stayin' in town
If you don't believe it's pig meat, mama put my head on down
Spoken: She looked at the man, and I looked at the woman
She knows this was Lead Belly, wasn't nothin' but pure pig meat
All over Shreveport Looziana, and all in Texarkana
And I was runnin' with a gal named Sylvana, she looked at me and here' what she said, the last words
You can take me to the mournin', and there will be pig meat there
You can take me to the mournin' mama, will be pig meat there
You take the bull to China, down to church, just anywhere
Oh, a church, just anywhere
Wooh, a church, just anywhere
Take the bull to China, down to church, just anywhere
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