Mama's A Pig Kickin' Woman

Oh, it was a pig-kicking Sunday,
We didn’t know it till it happened,
That mama was gonna wrangle them pigs,
Well, we should’ve seen it comin',
Mama hated those pigs,
She told us every morning,
That she couldn’t wait till they were sausage, or Dad's BBQ

Oh, Mama’s a pig-kicking woman,
She got every day to kick them pigs,
But we knew one day she’d get fed up with them,
And then it’d be slaughtering day.

We jumped up that mornin’
To hear Mama screaming at them pigs,
Cause one of them jumped the fence
It somehow knew it was slaughtering day.
She yelled, “Hubby go get your gun!
Shoot them pigs! I can’t take it no more!”
Well, Daddy stood and laughed,
The pigs were getting away.

Oh, Mama’s a pig-kicking woman,
She got every day to kick them pigs,
But we knew one day she’d get fed up with them,
And then it’d be slaughtering day.

So Mama decided right then and there.
She was gonna tackle 300 pounds!
It wasn’t a very smart decision but I wouldn’t tell that to her face! Cause...

Mama’s a pig-kicking woman,
She got every day to kick them pigs,
But we knew one day she’d get fed up with them
And then it’d be slaughterin’ day.

Now those pigs are in our freezer
And Mama goes often to stand and stare at the meat
Sayin’ “You pigs have cost so much
but you just taste so good!”
I’m never doing that again!”

Oh, Mama’s a pig-kicking woman,
She got every day to kick them pigs,
But we knew one day she’d get fed up with them
And then it’d be slaughterin’ day.