Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J. Edgar, artist - Ry Cooder. Album song My Name Is Buddy, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.08.2006
Record label: Nonesuch
Song language: English
J. Edgar |
Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his name |
He’d eat up all our victuals and start back up again |
Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane |
Well, that’s how J. Edgar Hoover got his name |
Now, momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool |
So we’d have something good to eat when we got home from school |
J. Edgar climbed up on the porch and ate up all that pie |
When we got home that mornin' we heard our mamma cry |
J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what you’ve done |
You ate up the cherry pie that was for everyone |
We made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too |
But God help us, J. Edgar, 'cause nothin’s safe from you |
We had an extra man named Bob he wouldn’t work a lick |
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it always made him sick |
We rode to church on Sunday and stayed a while in town |
When we reached home at suppertime, poor Bob could not be found |
He wasn’t in the parlor, and he wasn’t in the lane |
Drinking in the pantry or sleepin' in the hay |
His hat was in the pigpen, that he always wore |
Poor Bob won’t be drinking moonshine likker anymore |
J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don’t seem fair |
You ate Bob our hired hand while we were at prayer |
Let’s say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too |
God help us J. Edgar, nobody’s safe from you |