Gimme A Pigfoot (gimme A Reefer) Lyrics - Bessie Smith - Bessie Smith

Up in Harlem every Saturday night 

When the highbrows get together it's just so right 

They all congregate at an all night hop 

And what they do is oo bop bee dap 

Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town 

Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down 

And 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 arrested 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 reaper and a gang of gin 

Play me 'cause I'm in my sin, blame me 'cause I'm full of gin