Pig In A Pen

I got a pig at home in a pen;
Corn to feed 'Em on
All I need's a pretty little girl
To feed 'Em when I'm gone

Goin' on the mountain
To sow a little cane
Raise a barrel of Sorghum
To sweeten ol' Liza Jane

Yonder comes that gal of mine
How do you think I know
I know by that gingham gown
Hanging down so low

Dark cloud's arisin'
Surely a sign of rain
Get your gray bonnet on
Little Liza Jane

Bake them biscuits, lady
Bake 'em good n' brown
When you get them biscuits baked
We're Alabamy bound

When she sees me comin'
She wrings her hands and cries
Yonder comes the sweetest boy
That ever lived or died

Now, when she sees me leavin'
She wrings her hands and cries
Yonder goes the meanest boy
That ever lived or died...