I met him in a hospital about a year ago
And why i still remember him i guess i'll never know
He'd lie there and cry out in a medicated fog,
"here i am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
"four hundred hogs, they just standin' out there
My wife can't feed 'em and my neighbors don't care
They can't get out and roam around like my old huntin' dogs
Here i am in this dang bed and who's gonna feed them hogs?"
His face was lean and his hands were rough
Four hundred hogs comes to eight hundred hams
And that's a lot of money for a hog-raisin' man