Gimme A Pigfoot And A Bottle Of Beer Lyrics - Careless Love - Bessie Smith

Twenty-five cents? 

Ha! No! No! 

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

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night when the high-browns git together it's just too tight, 

They all congregates 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 

Just at the break of day you can hear old Hannah say, 

"Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer" 

Send me gate 

I don't care 

I feel just like I wanna clown 

Give the piano player a drink because he's bringin' 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 

We gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes 

I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer 

Send me 'cause I don't care 

Slay me 'cause I don't care 

Gimme a reefer and a gang o' gin 

Slay me, 'cause I'm in my sin 

Slay me 'cause I'm full of gin