The proprietor is not mentioned in this song, but there's a baby in it. so one can reasonably assume there's a landlady present, no? Hungry Hash House by Charlie Poole I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel If I stay here long I think I'll go insane For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk And come mornin' I'm sure to wake with an awful pain Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you will die The beef you cannot cut it with a sword Oh the undertaker hangs around for there's work here to be found In that all go 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 they held me down while the tsee-tsees crept around In that all go hungry hash house where I board Oh the beefsteak it was rare and the butter had red hair The baby had his feet all/both in the soup Oh the eggs you could not catch; if you got one it would hatch In that all go hungry hash house where I board Jerry
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