Utah Phillips - Pig Hollow lyrics

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Utah Phillips - Pig Hollow lyrics

Slow rolling freight from the South Ogden yard Easing along down the line The Pig Hollow jungle camp wings into view You roll off and here's what you find The ruins and ashes lie scattered around The jungle is empty and bare The shanties and tents are all burned to the ground Not a fire or a friend anywhere A rich man he lives in a house made of stone High on a hill looking down A poor man he lives in a tarpaper shack Way out on the back side of town But a rich man don't worry about his fine house It's protected like you never saw While a poor man gets railroaded out by the cops And his house gets burned down by the law A poor man is fighting for all that he has He stands with his back to the wall A rich man he spends nearly half of his life Just chasing a little white ball But a rich man he says that Pig Hollow must go It's a place where the crooks rendezvous But don't you suppose if you burned down the bank You might flush a scoundrel or two? And don't you suppose if a bum with a torch Set fire to some big fancy hall The cops'd come down like a blood-thirsty hound And flat nail his hide to the wall? It seems like the laws are all made for the rich They've got you boys, win, lose or draw; Try as you may to keep out of their way You just get burned out by the law

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