Lyrics | Bessie Smith | Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle of Beer)

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1921 1933

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1998

Gimme a Pigfoot (And a Bottle ...

Bessie Smith

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Twenty-five cents? Ha! No! No!

I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'cause listen here

Up in Harlem every Saturday night

When the high-browns get together it's just too tight

They all congregate at an all night strut

And what they do is tut-tut-tut

Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town

Gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down

Yes, at the break of day

You can hear old Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me again, I don't care

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down

He's gotta rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

We gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me 'cause I don't care

Blame me 'cause I don't care

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer

Send me again, I don't care,

I feel just like I wanna clown

Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down

He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet

He sends me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns

Do the shim-sham-shimmy 'til the rising sun

Give me a reefer and a gang of gin

Play me 'cause I'm in my sin

Blame me 'cause I'm full of gin

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Wesley Wilson

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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