I met him in a hospital about a year ago
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And why I still remember him I guess I'll never know
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He'd lie there and cry out in a medicated fog,
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"Here I am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
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"Four hundred hogs, they just standin' out there
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My wife can't feed 'em and my neighbors don't care
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They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs
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Here I am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
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His face was lean and his hands were rough
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His way was hogs and his nature was tough
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His doctors tried to tell him that he may not live at all
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But all he ever talked about was who's gonna feed them hogs
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"Four hundred hogs, they just standin' out there
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My wife can't feed 'em and my neighbors don't care
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They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs
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Here I am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
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Four hundred hogs comes to eight hundred hams
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And that's a lot of money for a hog-raisin' man
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Four hundred hogs comes to sixteen hundred feet
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The market's up and there are people a-waitin' on that meat
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Well, the doctors say they do not know what saved the man from death
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But in a few days he put on his overalls and he left
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That's all there is to this small song but waitress, before you leave,
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Would you bring me some coffee and a hot ham sandwich, please?
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Four hundred hogs they're just standing out there
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His wife couldn't feed 'em and his neighbors didn't care
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They couldn't get out and roam around like his old huntin' dogs...
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[fades out]
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Who's Gonna Feed Them Hogs
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| Tom T. Hall |
