From the Ozark Folksongs Collection: link

Collected by Merlin Mitchell
Transcribed by Kyle Perrin

Reel 34
Item 6

Fred High
High, Ark.
April 15, 1950

Drunkard's Song

I use to dress well,
And cut a big swell,
With a fine beaver hat on my head;
Wore several fine suits
With my five dollar boots,
And a very fine chap, it was said.

So I'd take it by littles,
Digest my vittles,
Making a new boiler make steam;
One night I drunk free,
Got on a big spree,
And the landlord he sold me the toddy;
He beat me with blows,
He thumped my red nose,
So roughly he handled my body.

My money all spent,
Forgot then,
For bitter the woe,
Had no where to go,
That night I lodged in a hog pen.

Hogs being displeased,
They snuffled and sneezed,
And they covered me up with their noses;
They chewed up my hat
Both greasy and flat,
And tore up one half of my shirt;
With my hat brim tore,
Hung down before,
And my nose it stuck straight out between.

The girls they would cry
When me they did spy,
The boys would giggle and shout;
Says, look at his head!
Oh, haint his nose red!
By jolly his eyes is jobbed out.