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al duvall - the blood of the hog lyrics

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i used to roam and ramble on the iron lady
from the land of bunyan down to little haiti
i slept in cars full of cotton and pie
and picked the buckshot out of my thigh
i was a bottom+scr+per and a coffin+craver
was a weepy w+lly and a sloppy shaver
took a slice of life, but i always missed
i tell you folks, it’s all in the wrist

but now i’m washed in the blood of the hog
as free as a thief slippin’ into the fog
i’m tippin’ my hat to the three+headed dog
i’m washed in the blood of the hog

i’ve been a donkey breeder and a ‘tater picker
i’ve done cut some timber and i brewed some liquor
i soaked that devil right out of the corn
and plugged the jug with the tip of his h+rn
i’ve done some fisticuffin’ and some fornicatin’
some demoralizin’ and caligulatin’
i filled the bathtub with gin and cocaine
and got the quick divorce from my brain

but now i’m washed in the blood of the hog
as free as a thief slippin’ into the fog
i’m tippin’ my hat to the three+headed dog
i’m washed in the blood of the hog
i’m tippin’ my hat to the three+headed dog
i’m washed in the blood of the hog

- al duvall lyrics

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