Paroles de Pig In A Pen

I got a pig at home in a pen Corn to feed him on All I need's a pretty little girl To feed I'm when I'm gone Going up on a mountain To sow a little cane Raise a barrel of sorghum Sweet little Liza Jane Black clouds arising Sure sign of rain Put that old gray bonnet On little Liza Jane Yonder comes that gal of mine How do you think I know Know her by that gingham gown Hanging down so low Bake them biscuits baby Bake em good and brown When you get them biscuits baked We're Alabama bound