Classic Poem

Just lookee here mama
don't treat pigmeat the way you do
Oh
don't treat pigmeat the way you do
If you don't believe it's pigmeat
ask anybody in your neighborhood

If you don't believe it's pigmeat
kindness you won't regret
Oh
kindness you won't regret
I got something about this pigmeat
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 talking about)
I was born and raised in the country
mama, but I'm staying in town
If you don't believe it's pigmeat
mama, from my head on down
(She looked at the man, and I looked at the woman; she knowed this was Leadbetter, wasn't nothing but pure pigmeat. All over Shrevesport Louisiana and all in Texarkana. And I was running with a gal named Sylvanna — she looked at me, and here's what she said: the last words:)

You can take me to the mountain
and there will be pigmeat there
You can take me to the mountain, mama
will be pigmeat there
You can take the bowl to chiny
stand a test just any where

Oh
a test just any where
Oh
a test just any where
Take that bowl to chiny
stand a test just any where