Every morning you could see him, by his farm, if you'd drive
He stood four foot three, and weighed three forty five
Kinda' hammy at the shoulder, and spare at the rib
As a child he slept in his own corn crib, Pig John
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Well, everyone knew where Pig John came from
He was raised by the hogs, like he was their son
Kinda' pot bellied fat and wet at the snout
When they called him for lunch, they just gave a shout, "Sooey!"
To Pig John

Well, he never spoke much, comin' from a pig sty
And he just answered, "Oink" when someone said, "Hi"
Sent him to school, to study latin and all
But for pig latin those days, there wasn't much call, Pig John
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Folks made fun of John when he'd come into town
Everyone would laugh, and children called him, "Clown"
He didn't pay no mind, bought supplies and rode away
On a big brown mule with a bad back sway, Pig John

Then came that day down the Kansas line
Tornado was roarin' and stuff was a'flyin'
From the hill on his farm, John could see it's path
Headin' straight for town with it's terrible wrath, thought John
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Up ahead of that twister, his mule in high gear
Galloped Pig Pen John just like Paul Revere
Rode fast through the town, yellin' "Oink" real loud
And pointin' back at that funnel cloud, was John, Pig John

Yanked his mule around for a second run
When a big noise roared, and his ride was done
All the force and fury of that big storm struck
Towns people survived, but John ran out of luck, Pig John
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So, they made a shrine out of Pig John's farm
And put up a plaque on the side of the barn
It reads, "Here lies a hero, and his spirit lives on,
He saved all our lives, and his name is Pig John" Pig John
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