J. Edgar Songtext

von 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 the vacuum cleaners they sell down the lane
Well, that's how J. Edgar Hoover got his name

Now, mama 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 morning we heard our mama 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 nothing'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 sleeping 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 the hired man while we were at prayer
Let's say a prayer for poor old Bob, and our country too
God help us, J. Edgar, nobody's safe from you