"Hungry Hash House" lyrics - CHARLIE POOLE

I'm a boarder and I dwell
In that second class hotel
If I stay here long I think I'll be insane
For I lay here on my bunk
And I cannot get my trunk
And the board I owe would break a millionaire

Oh they feed on chicken pie
If you eat it you may die
Beef you cannot cut it with a sword
Oh, the undertakers hang around
For there's work to be found
In that awful hungry hash house where I board

Oh they carried me upstairs one night
I had neither gun nor knife
Something they had never done before
Oh the fleas held me down
While the chinches crept around
In that awful hungry hash house where I board

Oh, the beefsteak it was rare
And the butter had red hair
Baby had its feet (both/all) in the soup
Oh, the eggs they would not catch
If you touched one it would hatch
In that awful hungry hash house where I stay