Kiddo Chase - Hawg Caller lyrics

Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Hey I'm just an old hawg caller I love my collard greens I live way back in a holler Where no one ever sees Except for me and my family And the gang that I hang with They;re all a bunch of hawg callers And every one is a son of a b**h Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Way back here in the jungle We don't cut no trees Cause they help us hide our gardens And the tracks of our ATV's From the drones and the helicopters From the locals and the Feds From the nosy sons of b**hes Down at the I.R.S Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo We don't fuss, we don't fight We just scratch what itches We like to, down a few And party with our b**hes yeah Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Here comes an old hawg caller With a hawg-leg in his hand He brung along his daughters And at least a dozen friends They got a banjo and a fiddle Some drums and tamborines We're gonna play some music And here's what we're gonna sing Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo Wo wo wuh wo wo Wo wo wo wo oh wo We don't fuss, we don't fight We just scratch what itches