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{t: J. Edgar }
{key: D}
{artist:Heather Armstrong}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aPQPwFF4DI
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[D] Down on the farm we had a pig, J. [A] Edgar was his [D] name
He'd eat up all our victuals and [A] start back up a-[D]gain
Just [G] like them vacuum cleaners they [D] sell down in the [A] lane
Well, [D] that's how J. Edgar [A] Hoover got his [D] name
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Now, momma baked a cherry pie and [A] set it out to [D] cool
So we'd have something good to eat when [A] we got home from [D] school
J. [G] Edgar climbed up on the porch and [D] ate up all that [A] pie
When [D] we got home that mornin' we [A] heard our mamma [D] cry
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[D] J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what you've [G] done
You [A] ate up the cherry pie that was for every-[D]one
We made it through the dusters, and the hoppers [G] too
But God [G] help us, J. [D] Edgar, 'cause [A] nothin's safe from [D] you
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We had an extra man named Bob he [A] wouldn't work a [D] lick
He drank bad moonshine likker, and it [A] always made him [D] sick
We [G] rode to church on Sunday and [D] stayed a while in [A] town
When [D] we reached home at suppertime, poor [A] Bob could not be [D] found
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He wasn't in the parlor, and he [A] wasn't in the [D] lane
Drinking in the pantry or [A] sleepin' in the [D] hay
His [G] hat was in the pigpen, [D] that he always [A] wore
Poor [D] Bob won't be drinking moonshine [A] likker any-[D]more
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J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just don't seem [G] fair
You [A] ate Bob our hired hand while we were at [D] prayer
Let's say a prayer for old Bob, and our country [G] too
God help us J. [D] Edgar, nobody's [A] safe from [D] you
