Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Jiggy Jiggy Bum de - Woody Guthrie. Fecha de lanzamiento: 05.11.2019
Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Jiggy Jiggy Bum de - Woody Guthrie. Jiggy Jiggy Bum(original) |
| I walked out on a sagebrush hill |
| Thought I’d find me a hog to kill |
| I heard a big squeal and up jumped one |
| I pulled my trigger and drug him home |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Tied my rope around his feet |
| Swung him up and the meal did bleed |
| Middle of the night the gray wolf come |
| Take his wife and family some |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Grab my gun and run to the hill |
| Standing up around the old wind mill |
| I says, «Gray wolf, if you come to steal |
| I’ll slit your belly and hang you by the heels» |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| «Old Mr. Ranchman,"the gray wolf said |
| «My eleven little babies are starving dead» |
| I said, «Gray wolf, I’m troubled myself |
| 'Cause I’ve got a wife and children twelve» |
| And the old gray wolf made the big run |
| Made me jump and I dropped my gun |
| Took my gun and throwed it in the well |
| Durn the old gray wolf’s soul to hell |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Well, the old gray wolf run back to the mill |
| Seen my hog a-hanging by his heels |
| Filled up his belly from the puddle of blood |
| Then he grabbed my hog and struck for home |
| Well I tore for my house and I woke my kids |
| Told my wife what the gray wolf did |
| And the old lady hollered and the kids they yelled |
| They lit out over the gray wolf’s trail |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| 'Fore daylight we trailed him home |
| In a great big cave where the batses roam |
| Sent my wife and children in |
| I waited outside in the northern wind |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| First out flew the gray wolf’s nose |
| Then out flew its Sunday clothes |
| Then out sailed its hair and hide |
| And then out come my kids and wife |
| Everybody had a sandwich in his hand |
| Every girl had a slice of Virginia ham |
| My wife had a hambone slick and long |
| We slipped and slid the whole road home |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| Well we got home, jumped in bed |
| Pulled the covers over our head |
| We laughed at that wolf and licked the bone |
| And this is the last of wild hog’s song |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| Hey piggy, run, run |
| Jiggy, jiggy, bum, bum |
| And a hey piggy, run |
| (traducción) |
| Caminé por una colina de artemisa |
| Pensé que me encontraría un cerdo para matar |
| Escuché un gran chillido y salté uno |
| Apreté mi gatillo y lo drogué a casa |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| Até mi cuerda alrededor de sus pies |
| Lo levantó y la comida sangró |
| En medio de la noche viene el lobo gris |
| Lleve a su esposa y familia un poco |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| Toma mi arma y corre hacia la colina |
| De pie alrededor del viejo molino de viento |
| Yo digo: «Lobo gris, si vienes a robar |
| Te cortaré el vientre y te colgaré de los talones» |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| «Viejo señor ranchero», dijo el lobo gris. |
| «Mis once bebitos se mueren de hambre» |
| Dije: «Lobo gris, yo mismo estoy preocupado |
| Porque tengo esposa e hijos doce» |
| Y el viejo lobo gris hizo la gran carrera |
| Me hizo saltar y se me cayó el arma |
| Tomé mi arma y la tiré al pozo |
| Lleva el alma del viejo lobo gris al infierno |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| Bueno, el viejo lobo gris vuelve corriendo al molino. |
| He visto a mi cerdo colgando de sus talones |
| Llenó su vientre del charco de sangre |
| Luego agarró mi cerdo y se dirigió a casa. |
| Bueno, corrí por mi casa y desperté a mis hijos |
| Le dije a mi esposa lo que hizo el lobo gris |
| Y la anciana gritaba y los niños gritaban |
| Se iluminaron sobre el rastro del lobo gris |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| 'Antes del amanecer lo seguimos a casa |
| En una gran cueva grande donde vagan los murciélagos |
| Envié a mi esposa e hijos en |
| Esperé afuera en el viento del norte |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| Primero voló la nariz del lobo gris |
| Luego salió volando su ropa de domingo |
| Luego navegó su cabello y se escondió |
| Y luego salen mis hijos y mi esposa |
| Todo el mundo tenía un sándwich en la mano. |
| Cada chica tenía una rebanada de jamón de Virginia |
| Mi esposa tenía un hambone liso y largo. |
| Nos resbalamos y resbalamos todo el camino a casa |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
| Bueno, llegamos a casa, saltamos en la cama |
| Tiramos de las sábanas sobre nuestra cabeza |
| Nos reímos de ese lobo y lamimos el hueso |
| Y esta es la última canción del cerdo salvaje |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Oye cerdito, corre, corre |
| Jiggy, jiggy, vagabundo, vagabundo |
| Y un hey piggy, corre |
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