- Hungry Hash House (Chords)
HUNGRY HASH HOUSE-Recorded by: Charlie Poole, New Lost City Ramblers
(D) I'm a boarder and I (D) dwell in that second-rate (D) hotel
(E7) If I stay here long, I think I'll go (A) insane;
(D) For I lay here on my (G) bunk and I cannot reach my (G) trunk
(A)And the board would break a million (D) aire.
(D) Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you will die
(E7) The meat you cannot cut it with a (A) sword;
(D) Oh, there's undertakers hangin' (G) 'round, for there's good work to be(G) found
(A)In that all-go-hungry hash house where I( D) board.
(D) Oh, they carried me upstairs one night, you would need a fork and knife
(E7) It was something they had never done (A) before;
(D) Oh, the fleas all held me (G) down while the cheesecake scrapped (G) around
(A) In that all-go-hungry hash house where I (D) board.
(D) Oh, the beefsteak it was rare and the butter had red hair
(E7) And the baby had its feet both in the (A) stew;
(D) Oh, the eggs you dared not (G) touch, if you kicked one it would (G) hatch
(A) In that all-go-hungry hash house where I (D) dine.
(D) Well, she promised she would meet me when the clock struck seventeen
(E7) At the stock-yards just five miles outside of (A) town;
(D) Where there's pig's feet and pig's (G) ears, and tough old Texas (G) steers
(A) Sell for sirloin steak at nineteen cents a (D) pound.
(D) She's my darling, she's my daisy. She's hump-backed and she's crazy,
(E7) She's knock-kneed, she's bow-legged and she's (A) lame;
(D) And though they say her breath is (G) sweet, I would rather smell her (G) feet
(A) She' my freckle-faced consumptive Mary (D) Jane.