And we hollard three or four times and they startedAnd then the Lord called the poor thing homeI done jopped him with a hay bar, I doneStripped all the hide off of his tailI done whooped him up and down on the floor of that corn cribI done stomped him three or four times and... Sonny saw the preacherAnd then the Lord called the poor thing...And then the Lord called the poor thing home
