Down on the farm we had a pig, J. Edgar was his name
Hed eat up all our victuals and start back up again
Just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane
Well, thats how J. Edgar Hoover got his name
Now, momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
So wed 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 mornin we heard our mamma cry
J. Edgar, J. Edgar, just look what youve 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 nothins safe from you
We had an extra man named Bob he wouldnt 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 wasnt in the parlor, and he wasnt in the lane
Drinking in the pantry or sleepin in the hay
His hat was in the pigpen, that he always wore
Poor Bob wont be drinking moonshine likker anymore
J. Edgar, J. Edgar it just dont seem fair
You ate Bob our hired hand while we were at prayer
Lets say a prayer for old Bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, nobodys safe from you