PIG MEAT IS WHAT I CRAVE
As recorded by Bo Carter, 1931.

You can paint your cheeks, gal; straighten your hair like a pen.(?)
I can't use you; made on a whole-hog frame.(?)
Says you can gi' me pig meat.
You can gi' me pig meat.
I mean you can gi' me pig meat.
Pig meat is what I crave.

When I die, you needn't to bury me at all.
Hang me up against that pig meat's wall,
And you can gi' me pig meat.
You can gi' me pig meat.
I mean you can gi' me pig meat.
Pig meat is what I crave.

Now when I die, it will be seen:
There'll lay another pig meat machine.
'Cause I love pig meat.
I loves pig meat.
I mean I loves pig meat.
Pig meat is what I crave.

Spoken: I mean, I loves that pig meat.--Don't bring me no old hog.

You can toot your whistle; you can blow your horn,
But when you come to pig meat, I got you some right on.
'Cause I loves pig meat.
Oh, I loves pig meat.
I mean I loves pig meat.
Pig meat is what I crave.

You can straighten your hair, wear your dresses up,
But you's a ol' hog; I know you by your walk.
You can gi' me pig meat.
Mmm, gi' me pig meat.
I mean gi' me pig meat.
Pig meat is what I crave.