Tom T. Hall - Whos gonna feed them hogs

^GI met him in a ^Chospital ^D7about a year ^Gago And ^Cwhy I still re^Gmember him I guess I'll never ^D7know He'd ^Glie there and ^Ccry out in a ^D7medicated ^Gfog Here I am in ^Cthis ole bed and w^D7ho's gonna feed them h^Gogs

^CFour hundred ^Ghogs they're just ^D7standing out ^Gthere ^CMy wife can't ^Gfeed 'em and my neighbors don't ^D7care They ^Gcan't get out and ^Croam around like ^D7my old hunting ^Gdogs Here I am in ^Cthis ole bed and w^D7ho's gonna feed them h^Gogs

His face was ^Clean and his ^D7hands were ^Grough ^CHis way was hogs ^Gand his nature was ^D7tough His ^Gdoctors tried to ^Ctell him that he ^D7may not live at ^Gall But all he ever ^Ctalked about was ^D7who's gonna feed them ^Ghogs

Four hundred ^Chogs comes to ^D7eight hundred ^Ghams ^CAnd that's a lotta ^Gmoney for a hog raising ^D7man ^GFour hundred ^Chogs comes to ^D7sixteen hundred ^Gfeet The market's ^Cup and there are people a ^D7waiting on that ^Gmeat

Well the doctors ^Csay they do not know ^D7what saved the man from ^Gdeath ^CBut in a few days he put ^Gon his overalls and he ^D7left That's ^Gall there is to this ^Csmall song but ^D7waitress 'fore you ^Gleave Would you bring ^Cme some coffee and a ^D7hot ham sandwich ^Gplease