Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jiggy Jiggy Bum, artist - Woody Guthrie. Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Song language: English
Jiggy Jiggy Bum |
| I walked out on a sagebrush hill |
| Thought I’d find me a hog to kill |
| I heard a big squeal and up jumped one |
| I pulled my trigger and drug him home |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Tied my rope around his feet |
| Swung him up and the meal did bleed |
| Middle of the night the gray wolf come |
| Take his wife and family some |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Grab my gun and run to the hill |
| Standing up around the old wind mill |
| I says, «Gray wolf, if you come to steal |
| I’ll slit your belly and hang you by the heels» |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| «Old Mr. Ranchman,"the gray wolf said |
| «My eleven little babies are starving dead» |
| I said, «Gray wolf, I’m troubled myself |
| 'Cause I’ve got a wife and children twelve» |
| And the old gray wolf made the big run |
| Made me jump and I dropped my gun |
| Took my gun and throwed it in the well |
| Durn the old gray wolf’s soul to hell |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Well, the old gray wolf run back to the mill |
| Seen my hog a-hanging by his heels |
| Filled up his belly from the puddle of blood |
| Then he grabbed my hog and struck for home |
| Well I tore for my house and I woke my kids |
| Told my wife what the gray wolf did |
| And the old lady hollered and the kids they yelled |
| They lit out over the gray wolf’s trail |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| 'Fore daylight we trailed him home |
| In a great big cave where the batses roam |
| Sent my wife and children in |
| I waited outside in the northern wind |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| First out flew the gray wolf’s nose |
| Then out flew its Sunday clothes |
| Then out sailed its hair and hide |
| And then out come my kids and wife |
| Everybody had a sandwich in his hand |
| Every girl had a slice of Virginia ham |
| My wife had a hambone slick and long |
| We slipped and slid the whole road home |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Well we got home, jumped in bed |
| Pulled the covers over our head |
| We laughed at that wolf and licked the bone |
| And this is the last of wild hog’s song |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |