J Edgar - Ry Cooder

作词：Ry Cooder

作曲：Ry Cooder

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