"Gimme A Pigfoot And Bottle Of Beer" lyrics
Bessie Smith Lyrics
(originally by Bessie Smith)
(from "The United States vs. Billie Holiday" soundtrack)
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
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Send me daddy, move right in
I feel just like I wanna shop
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's knocking me out
He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the the huckabuck 'til the rising sun
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Move me, 'cause I'm in my sin
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
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
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me 'cause I don't care
I want a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Send me daddy, move right in
I feel just like I wanna shop
Give the piano player a drink
Because he's knocking me out
He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet
He moves me right off to sleep
Check all your razors and your guns
Do the the huckabuck 'til the rising sun
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of gin
Move me, 'cause I'm in my sin
Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
