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Whos Gonna Feed Them Hogs

Höfundur lags: Tom T. Hall Flytjandi: Tom T. Hall Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]I met him in a [C]hospital [D7]about a year [G]ago  
And [C]why I still re[G]member him I guess I'll never [D7]know   
He'd [G]lie there and [C]cry out in a [D7]medicated [G]fog  
Here I am in [C]this dang bed and [D7]who's gonna feed them [G]hogs

[C]Four hundred [G]hogs they're just [D7]standing out [G]there
[C]My wife can't [G]feed 'em and my neighbors don't [D7]care   
They [G]can't get out and [C]roam around like [D7]my old hunting [G]dogs
Here I am in [C]this dang bed and [D7]who's gonna feed them [G]hogs

His face was [C]lean and his [D7]hands were [G]rough
[C]His way was hogs [G]and his nature was [D7]tough
His [G]doctors tried to [C]tell him that he [D7]may not live at [G]all  
But all he ever [C]talked about was [D7]who's gonna feed them [G]hogs

[C]Four hundred [G]hogs they're just [D7]standing out [G]there
[C]My wife can't [G]feed 'em and my neighbors don't [D7]care   
They [G]can't get out and [C]roam around like [D7]my old hunting [G]dogs
Here I am in [C]this dang bed and [D7]who's gonna feed them [G]hogs

Four hundred [C]hogs comes to [D7]eight hundred [G]hams
[C]And that's a lotta [G]money for a hog raising [D7]man   
[G]Four hundred [C]hogs comes to [D7]sixteen hundred [G]feet
The market's [C]up and there are people a [D7]waiting on that [G]meat

Well the doctors [C]say they do not know [D7]what saved the man from [G]death
[C]But in a few days he put [G]on his overalls and he [D7]left   
That's [G]all there is to this [C]small song but [D7]waitress 'fore you [G]leave
Would you bring [C]me some coffee and a [D7]hot ham sandwich [G]please

[C]Four hundred [G]hogs they're just [D7]standing out [G]there
[C]My wife can't [G]feed 'em and my neighbors don't [D7]care   
They [G]can't get out and [C]roam around like [D7]my old hunting [G]dogs
Here I am in [C]this dang bed and [D7]who's gonna feed them [G]hogs


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're just standing 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 hunting 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're just standing 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 hunting 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 lotta money for a hog raising man
Four hundred hogs comes to sixteen hundred feet
The market's up and there are people a waiting 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 'fore you leave
Would you bring me some coffee and a hot ham sandwich please

Four hundred hogs they're just standing 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 hunting dogs
Here I am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs

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