78. Four Wet Pigs (Wynn Price)

DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT

Twenty four pigs being driven along Day Street, Sydney, by a truck, ca. 1929 / Sam Hood

In Panguitch today spending time with Jonathan’s family getting ready to attend the graveside services tomorrow.  It’s a day of singing, singing and more singing.  Kathy, Jonathan’s sister-in-law, brought her tenor uke, and we’ve been playing songs together, as I have brought mine as well.

This is another song I did with my dad (see yesterday’s posting).  This song is the first he learned on banjo using the claw hammer technique.  This is a weird song, but funny because Jonathan is a vegetarian, and it actually makes me want to be one, too!  Gross!

You will notice that we get faster and faster and faster… not intentional… but you can hear my mom come in the room and say, “Faster!” No thanks! Ha!

I’m not clear on the history of this song, though I’ve looked it up and Greg Brown’s name comes up.  I’m not sure if he wrote it or just has the most popular recording of it…

Four Wet Pigs


Here’s a little song about four wet pigs
Here’s a little song about four wet pigs
Two of ’em little and two of ’em big
They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig

The two that were little were just half-grown
The two that were big were big as a barn
Big as a barn and tall as a tree
Took ’em right down to the factory

Slice ’em into bacon, cut ’em into ham
Roll ’em into hot dogs, squeeze ’em into Spam
Throw their little eyes out into the rain
Pickle their feet and scramble their brains

Here’s a little song about two wet pigs
Leanin’ against the trough and smokin’ their cigs
Hopin’ to heaven that they never get big
They danced all night at the Pigtown Jig

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