Pig Hollow
Slow rolling freight from the South Ogden yard
Easing along down the line
The Pig Hollow jungle camp wings into view
You roll off and here's what you find

The ruins and ashes lie scattered around
The jungle is empty and bare
The shanties and tents are all burned to the ground
Not a fire or a friend anywhere

A rich man he lives in a house made of stone
High on a hill looking down
A poor man he lives in a tarpaper shack
Way out on the back side of town

But a rich man don't worry about his fine house
It's protected like you never saw
While a poor man gets railroaded out by the cops
And his house gets burned down by the law

A poor man is fighting for all that he has
He stands with his back to the wall
A rich man he spends nearly half of his life
Just chasing a little white ball
But a rich man he says that Pig Hollow must go
It's a place where the crooks rendezvous
But don't you suppose if you burned down the bank
You might flush a scoundrel or two?

And don't you suppose if a bum with a torch
Set fire to some big fancy hall
The cops'd come down like a blood-thirsty hound
And flat nail his hide to the wall?

It seems like the laws are all made for the rich
They've got you boys, win, lose or draw;
Try as you may to keep out of their way
You just get burned out by the law