Pigmeat

Just look here mama

Don't treat pig meat the way you do

Oh, don't treat pig meat the way you do

If you don't believe it's pig meat

Ask anybody in the neighborhood

If you don't believe it's pig meat

Kind that you won't regret

Oh, kind that you won't regret

I got something 'bout this pig meat

Sweet mama I ain't told you yet

I was born and raised in the country

Mama but I'm staying in town

In New York City, what I'm talkin' about

I was born and raised in the country

Mama but I'm staying in town

If you don't believe it's pig meat

Mama from my head on down

She looked at me, man

And I looked at the woman

She knows this l'il Ledbetter wasn't nothin' but pure pig meat

All over Shreveport, Louisiana and all in Texarkana

And I was runnin' with a gal named Sylvana

She looked at me here when she said the last word

You can take me to the mournin'

And there will be pig meat there

You can take me to the mournin' mama

Will be pig meat there

You take the bull to China, down to church, just anywhere

Oh, a church, just anywhere

Oh, a church, just anywhere

Take the bull to China, down to church, just anywhere