Chords for Arthur 'Guitar Boogie' Smith and his Crackerjacks - Mr. Stalin, You're Eating Too High on the Hog

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When World War II was over, Uncle Sam said,
Boys, go home.
No one had to twist my arm, I came back across the phone.
Now things are in a mess again, the world is all agog.
Old Joe Stalin in Moscow's [C] eating too high [Bb] on the hog.
Mr.
Stalin, you're eating too high on the hog.
Mr.
Stalin, quit feeding [F] those lies to your mob.
[Bb] Now Joe, you'd better change your way, or [Gm] like Hitler,
you will pay [C] for eating [Bb] too high on the hog.
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Now old Joe's getting up in age, but they say he ain't so dumb.
He knows all about ships and [Gm] tanks and maybe [Dm] atom bombs.
[Bb] If he keeps eating like he is, at his own discretion,
one of these days he's gonna wake up with American indigestion.
Mr.
Stalin, you're eating too high on the hog.
Mr.
Stalin, quit feeding [E] those lies [F] to your mob.
We know that you've got armies, and we know that they're big,
but don't forget the ham is close to the tail end of the pig. _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now Molotov and Malik are only office boys.
They came to the UN [C] and made a lot [Bb] of noise.
They're only taking orders that come across from you,
but your hammer and sickle just won't fit our red, white and blue.
Mr.
Stalin, you're eating too high on the hog.
Mr.
Stalin, quit feeding [G] those lies [F] to your mob.
Now listen, Joe, you know that you aren't used to eating meat.
Act your age, be yourself, stick to Kremlin wheat.
Mr.
Stalin, you're eating too high on the hog.
Mr.
Stalin, quit feeding those lies to your mob.
[Bb] Now we aren't hunting trouble, but we ain't never run.
Let's all live and let live, Joe.
Remember the rising sun?
[C] Quit eating [F] too high on [Bb] the hog. _