| Lyrics: | Hungry Hash House
I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second-rate hotel
If I stay here
long, I think I'll go insane;
For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot reach my trunk
And
the board I would break a millionaire.
Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you
will die
The meat you cannot cut it with a sword;
Oh, there's undertakers hangin'
'round, for there's good work to be found
In that all-go-hungry hash house where I
board.
Oh, they carried me upstairs one night, you would need a fork and knife
It
was something they had never done before;
Oh, the fleas all held me down while the cheesecake
scarrped around
In that all-go-hungry hash house where I board.
Oh, the beefsteak
it was rare and the butter had red hair
And the baby had its feet both in the stew;
Oh, the eggs you dared not touch, if you kicked one it would hatch
In that all-go-hungry
hash house where I go.
Well, she promised she would meet me when the clock struck
seventeen
At the stock-yards just five miles outside of town;
Where there's pig's feet and
pig's ears, and tough old Texas steers
Sell for sirloin steak at nineteen cents a
pound.
She's my darling, she's my daisy. She's hump-backed and she's crazy,
She's knock-kneed, she's bow-legged and she's lame;
And though they say her breath is sweet,
I would rather smell her feet
She' my freckle-faced consumptive Mary
Jane.
Recorded by Charlie Poole, New Lost City Ramblers
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