High On The Hog 歌词

My father spent fifteen years Just to teach me how to hold his beer My father for fifeen years Was nothing that I'll ever need High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog My mother taught me how to sew She taught me, how I'll never know My mother taught me how to read But my father taught me how to bleed High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog My girl taught me how to drink My girl taught me how to smoke My girl of eighteen years Taught me everything I need to know High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog My dog taught me how to scratch My dog he rakes and snatch My dog taught me how to run Hard through the grass it's the way of the world High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog High on the hog