Tad Doyle - High On The Hog lyrics

My father spent eighteen 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. . 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. . 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. . My dog taught me how to scratch My dog he rakes and snatch My dog taught me how to run Hard through the gra** it's the way of the world High on the Hog High on the HOg High on the Hog High on the. .