"Sing Anything", from Neil Morris, Jimmy Driftwood's father. I heard it from Mike Seeger. Here are the words as recorded by John Quincy Wolf in 1959 (words and recording available online here).

Always chaw your own tobacco,
Never borrow, lend, or steal,
And always eat your hoecake
Of Indian corn meal.
Always treat the ladies kindly,
Never kiss them on the sly.
Pig, pig, little pig,
Root hog, or die.

Chorus: Sing anything, sing anything,
That's what the people say.
A long song, a short song,
To pass the time away.
A love song, a comic song,
Or play me something, sing,
Sing something, sing something, you,
Oh, yes, sing anything.

Well, a man in Indiana,
Just a hundred years ago,
Little boy in North Dakota,
Had a rooster and he couldn't crow.
And a girl in Minnesota
Had icicles on her nose,
And they say that Grover Cleveland
Had bunions on his toes.

(Chorus)

Well, a kitty in the garden
A-chasing bumblebees,
And Nero on the woodpile
With two big stubborn fleas.
A hornet on the grindstone
A-whetting up his sting.
Here am I, breaking my jaws,
A-singing anything.

(Chorus)

Mike sang it a bit differently, but I have written down that he learned it from a Lomax recording on Rounder, so maybe Morris sang it differently that day. ;-)

Sing anything, sing anything, that's what the people say,
A long song, a short song, just to pass the time away,
A love song, a comic song, sing me something strange,
Sing something, sing something, oh yes sing anything.

Chew your own tobacco, neither borrow, beg or steal,
Always eat your hoecake, of any kind of meal,
Always treat the ladies kindly, never kiss them on the sly,
Big pig, little pig, root hog, or die.

(2nd verse the same as above)

Kitty's in the garden, chasing bumblebees,
and Rover's on the woodpile, just workin' on his fleas,
mosquito's on the grindstone, whetting up his sting,
and me, I'm a-workin' my jaw singing anything.

---

I think the the "pig, pig" - "big pig" difference is a transcription error though, it sounds like "big pig" to me, and makes more sense that way, too.

~ Becky in Tucson