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Al Duvall - The Blood Of The Hog Lyrics

I used to roam and ramble on the Iron Lady
From the Land of Bunyan down to Little Haiti
I slept in cars full of cotton and pie
And picked the buckshot out of my thigh
I was a bottom-scraper and a coffin-craver
Was a weepy Willy and a sloppy shaver
Took a slice of life, but I always missed
I tell you folks, it's all in the wrist

But now I’m washed in the blood of the hog
As free as a thief slippin' into the fog
I'm tippin’ my hat to the three-headed dog
I'm washed in the blood of the hog

I've been a donkey breeder and a 'tater picker
I've done cut some timber and I brewed some liquor
I soaked that Devil right out of the corn
And plugged the jug with the tip of his horn
I've done some fisticuffin' and some fornicatin'
Some demoralizin’ and Caligulatin’
I filled the bathtub with gin and cocaine
And got the quick divorce from my brain

But now I'm washed in the blood of the hog
As free as a thief slippin’ into the fog
I'm tippin' my hat to the three-headed dog
I'm washed in the blood of the hog
I’m tippin' my hat to the three-headed dog
I'm washed in the blood of the hog