Sweatin’ Like A Pig, Singin’ Like An Angel
written by vanessa collier
When you’re down in the southland
and kneelin’ in the church pew
You got your fan in your hand, perspiratin’
And you don’t know what to do
Well cry out, Lord have mercy and join in with the choir
The devil won’t be happy that you stoked his fire
Oh sweatin’ like a pig, singin’ like an angel
Yes you’re sweatin’ like a pig, singin’ like an angel
If the funk is smellin’ funky, you can be sure it’ll sound real sweet
And if the stank get too stanky for ya
And you’re drippin’ sweat out your drawers
Well go ‘head and do your dance ‘til the sun sets
You’ll light up like a lightning bug in a mason jar
When that breeze kicks up, praise hallelujah
I wanna hear ya all the way to Chattanooga
Oh sweatin’ like a pig, singin’ like an angel
Yes you’re sweatin’ like a pig and singin’ like an angel
If the funk is smellin’ funky, you can be sure it’ll sound real sweet
Oh sweatin’ like a pig, singin’ like an angel
Yes you’re sweatin’ like a pig and singin’ like an angel
If the funk is smellin’ funky, you can be sure it’ll sound real sweet