(G) I'm a boarder and I dwell
in that (C) second rate ho (G) tel
If I stay here long I think I'll go in (D7) sane
For I (G) lay here on my bunk
and I (C) cannot reach my (G) trunk
and the board I owe would (D7) break a million (G) aire
Oh they (C) feed us chicken pie
If you (G) eat it you will die
The (A7) meat you cannot cut it with a (D7) sword
Oh there's (G) undertakers staying around
for there's (C) work here to be (G) found
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
Oh they carried me upstairs one night
and my (C) room it was a (G) sight
like something I had never seen be (D7) fore
Oh the (G) fleas they held me down
while the (C) cheesecake scraped a (G) round
in the all go hungry (D7) hash housewhere I (G) go
Oh they (C) feed us chicken pie
If you (G) eat it you will die
The (A7) meat you cannot cut it with a (D7) sword
Oh there's (G) undertakers staying around
for there's (C) work here to be (G) found
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
Oh the beefsteak it was rare
and the (C) butter had red (G) hair
and the baby had his feet both in the (D7) stew
Oh the (G) eggs they would not touch
if you (C) kicked one it would (G) hatch
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
Oh they (C) feed us chicken pie
If you (G) eat it you will die
The (A7) meat you cannot cut it with a (D7) sword
Oh there's (G) undertakers staying around
for there's (C) work here to be (G) found
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
Well she promised that she'd meet me
when the (C) clock struck seven (G) teen
at the stockyards just five miles outside of (D7) town
Where the (G) pig's feet and pig's ears
and those (C) good old Texas (G) steers
sell for sirloin steak at (D7) ninety cents a (G) pound
Oh they (C) feed us chicken pie
If you (G) eat it you will die
The (A7) meat you cannot cut it with a (D7) sword
Oh there's (G) undertakers staying around
for there's (C) work here to be (G) found
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
She's my darling, she's my baby
she's (C) humpbacked and she's (G) crazy
She knock-kneed, bow-legged and she's (D7) lame
and I (G) know her breath is sweet
but I'd (C) rather smell her (G) feet
She's my freckled faced con (D7) sumptive Saro (G) Jane
Oh they (C) feed us chicken pie
If you (G) eat it you will die
The (A7) meat you cannot cut it with a (D7) sword
Oh there's (G) undertakers staying around
for there's (C) work here to be (G) found
in the all go hungry (D7) hash house where I (G) go
This one is new to me. Thanks for this very amusing song.
raymondcrooke 1 year ago
wonderful! thanks for posting it!
revdrjim 1 year ago