J. Edgar Lyrics - Cooder Ry

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