Chase 'em Home
© 1975 BobColtman
Two or three times every spring the neighbors' cows would get wanderlust, and they wouldn't care about fences any more. The fence was electrified, but it was only a light jolt—we kids often grabbed it just for a thrill—and the cows just knocked it down. And then they'd spread out through our woods and cross the stream in the early wet weather and come trooping along and sink up to their knees in our lawn and make a comfortable breakfast off the new grass. We'd have to call out the farmers and all of us get together and circle and coax and shove and drive those cows back through the woods and across the stream and through the break somehow. When I came to write the song it got changed to pigs and they somehow became our pigs, though really we never kept any.

CHASE 'EM HOME
(Bob Coltman)

Gonna be trouble as sure's you're born (2)
Hogs got out in the garden,
Eatin' on the neighbors' corn.

    CHORUS
    Get you a rake,
    Get you a rake and chase 'em,
    Good Lord, little boy, can't you run?
    Gotta chase 'em home.

They don't make fence like they used to do, (2)
All tore down and dragged around,
Busted a post off too.

Here comes the neighbor man runnin' up the hill (2)
Wisht he would see reason,
But I don't expect he will.

Never shoulda got out of bed (2)
Wisht I'd a-took the covers,
And yanked 'em up over my head.

Hogs, you gonna be bacon and ham (2)
This time I'm fed up,
You bet your hocks I am.

Copyright 1975, by Bob Coltman