| There’s a piggy waitin' outside my door
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| Who’s a knockin' and a yellin' that he’s gonna use force
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| Well, I moved to town just a while ago
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| But I got in a mess, and I can’t lay low
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| Back home all I had was my guitar
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| Livin' in the backwoods on Daddy’s farm
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| Sittin' on the front porch ‘til the evenin' come
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| Livin' in the backwoods on Daddy’s farm
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| Well, my old girl was a Cadillac
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| She was long and sleek and dressed in black
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| But I caught her cruisin' with another dude
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| So I shot ‘em down with my blue .22
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| Repeat Chorus
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| But now they got me runnin' and they got me to my home
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| But I won’t go, I won’t go!
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| Chitty-chitty bang-bang, and I hit the floor
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| Two little piggies bust down my door
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| The first little piggy went down
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| The second little piggy started poppin' off rounds
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| I make a break for the parking lot
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| I heard some people talkin' how somebody got shot
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| They’re never gonna see it my way
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| So I break for the truck and headed out on the highway
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| I must have got it up to 108
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| Before three little piggies headed me off the interstate
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| It’s gettin' hot, I’m gettin' hot
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| I don’t know where to go, I don’t know what I got
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| But…
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