Lyrics
Just as the old captain returns to the docks
So must Virgil make his way to the chopping block
His fingers are bones and he's puffed with gout
He's stewing souse with what they left out
He takes the parts nobody wants
And simmers them down with love
But the deed is not appreciated
When the odor wafts to the floors above
He's a good guy, he doesn't understand why
Hooves, snouts, and tails fire up no demand
But he's back to the slaughter, yeah, life in the bigs
Cursed be the higher-ups who would part him from his pigs
[Instrumental]
All hail Virgil and his return
He's a craftsman, you see, a mold that they burned
[Instrumental]
He takes the parts nobody wants
And simmers them down with love
But the deed is not appreciated
When the odor wafts to the floors above
He's a good guy, he doesn't understand why
Hooves, snouts, and tails fire up no demand
But he's back to the slaughter, yeah, life in the bigs
Cursed be the higher-ups who would part him from his pigs
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Written by: Ben Daughtrey, Brian McMahan, Clark Johnson, David Grubbs, Peter Searcy