Bessie Smith - Gimme a Pigfoot and a Bottle of Beer Lyrics

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