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Bessie Smith - Gimme A Pigfoot Lyrics

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TitleGimme A Pigfoot
ArtistBessie Smith
AlbumVintage Vocal Jazz / Swing No. 194 - Ep: Gimme A Pigfoot [2011], Track 1
Chattanooga Gal [2004], Track 93
Complete Recordings, Volume 8 [2004], Track 17
1929-33 [1998], Track 22
Empress Of The Blues 1923-33 [1998], Track 2
Bessie Smith 1923-1933 [1996], Track 22
Mama's Got The Blues [1994], Track 20
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"Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its 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 ol' 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 rhyme, 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 rhyme, 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.'"
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