Gimme A Pigfoot And A Bottle Of Beer
by 
Wesley Wilson 
recording of 
from 
Complete Recordings, Vol. 5: The Final Chapter (Columbia/Legacy 57546) 
(spoken: 
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 
Check all your razors and your guns 
Do the 
shim-sham shimmy 
till the risin' sun