Collected by Richard N. Shollmier For M. C. Parler Transcribed by Richard N. Shollmier
Mr. Henry P. Barre Little Rock, Arkansas 26 December 1959
Reel 339, Item 9
I took my gal to a fancy ball,
It was a social hop,
We stayed until the folks went out And the music it did stop.
Into a restaurant in we went,
The finest in the street,
She said she wasn't hungry,
But this is what she eat.
A dozen raw, a plate of slaw,
A chicken and a roast,
Some asparagus, and applesass,
And fish and crabs and toast.
A big box of crackers too,
Her appetite was immense,
When she called for pie, I thought I'd die, For I hadn't but fifty cents.
She said she'd bring her family round,
Some day we'd have some fun,
I gave the man his fifty cents And this is what he done.
He tore my clothes, he mashed my nose,
He hit me in the jaw,
He gave me a prize of a pair of black eyes, With me he swept the floor.
He caught hold where my pants hung loose,
He slung me over the fence,
Take my advice and don't try twice,
When you haven't but fifty cents.
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