Pig In a Pen

I got a pig at home in a pen;

Corn to feed 'Em on

All I need's a pretty little girl

To feed 'Em when I'm gone.

Goin' on the mountain

To sow a little cane

Raise a barrel of Sorghum,

To sweeten ol' Liza Jane.

Yonder comes that gal of mine,

How do you think I know

I know by that gingham gown,

Hanging down so low.

Dark cloud's arisin'

Surely a sign of rain

Get your gray bonnet on

Little Liza Jane.

Bake them biscuits, lady

Bake 'em good n' brown

When you get them biscuits baked

We're Alabamy bound.

When she sees me comin'

She wrings her hands and cries

Yonder comes the sweetest boy

That ever lived or died.

Now, when she sees me leavin'

She wrings her hands and cries

Yonder goes the meanest boy

That ever lived or died