Testo Hungry Hash House - Ghost Town
Testo della canzone Hungry Hash House (Ghost Town), tratta dall'album No Depression in Heaven
On the border and I dwell
In that second rate hotel
If I stay here long
I think I'll go insane
For I lay here on my bunk
And I cannot reach my trunk
And the border owl will break a millionaire
Oh, they feed on chicken pie
If you eat it, you will die
And the meat, you cannot cut it with a sword
There's the undertakers hanging around
'Cause there's always work to be found
In that old, gold, hungry hash house where I go
In that old, gold, hungry hash house where I go
And the beefsteak, it was rare
And the butter had red hair
And the baby had its feet
Both in the stew
Oh, the eggs, they would not hatch
If you kicked them, they would hatch
In that old, gold, hungry hash house where I go
Oh, they feed on chicken pie
If you eat it, you will die
The meat, you cannot cut it with a sword
Then the fleas, they hold me down
While the cheese cake scraps around
In that old, gold, hungry hash house where I go
Well, she promised that she'd meet me
When the clock struck seventeen
At the stockyards just five miles outside of town
Where the pigs feed on the pigs ears
And those good old Texas steers
Sell a sirloin steak at ninety cents a pound
She's my darling, she's my daisy
She's humpbacked and she's crazy
She's not nepotic and she's lean
And I know her breath is sweet
But I'd rather smell her feet
She's my freckled face, coons and thieves, zero G
Oh, the beefsteak, it was rare
And the butter had red hair
And the baby had its feet
Both in the stew
Oh, the eggs, they would not hatch
If you kicked one, it would hatch
In that old, gold, hungry hash house where I go
Credits
Writer(s): Loudon Wainwright, Dick Connette, Trad
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