Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
Played by Jerry Garcia with the Sleepy Hollow Hog Stompers in 1962.
Thanks to Matt Schofield for the lyrics.
I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel
If I stay there long I think I'll be insane
I lay here on my trunk and I cannot get my bunk
And (?) (beer?) has been raised up again
Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you will die
The meat you cannot cut it with a sword
Oh the undertakers hang around for there's work to be found
In that all go hungry hash house where I board
Oh they carried me upstairs one night, I'd have needed a gun and knife
A thing they had never done before
Oh the fleas held me down while the (?) grubbed around
In that all go hungry hash house where I board
Of the beef steak it was rare and the butter had red hair
And the baby had it's feet both in the soup
Oh the eggs they would not touch, if you kicked them they would hatch
In that all go hungry hash house where I board
Of the beef steak it was rare and the butter had red hair
And the baby had it's feet all in the soup
Oh the eggs they would not touch, if you kicked them they would hatch
In that all go hungry hash house where I board