Chords for All Go Hungry Hash House
Tempo:
95.8 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
C
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
[G]
I'm a boarder and I dwell [C] in that second-rate [G] hotel.
If I stay here long, I think I'll go [D] insane.
[G] For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot reach my trunk.
And the board I owe would break a millionaire.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you [G] eat it, you will die.
The [A] meat you cannot cut it with [D] a saw.
Oh, there's [G] undertakers hanging around [C] for there's work here to be [G] found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Oh, they carried me upstairs one night and my room, it was a sight like something I had never seen [D] before.
Oh, [G] the fleas, they held me down while [C] the cheesecake streaked [G] around in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Oh, the beefsteak, it was rare, and the butter had red hair, and the baby had his feet both in [D] the stew.
[G] Oh, the eggs, they would not touch.
If you kicked [Em] one, it would hatch [G] in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you eat [G] it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Well, she promised that she'd meet me when [C] the clock struck seventeen [G] at the stockyard just five miles outside of [D] town
where [G] the pigs' feet and pigs' ears and those good old Texas steers sell for sirloin steak at ninety cents a pound.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will [A] die.
The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
She's my darling, she's my daisy.
[C] She's compact and she's crazy.
[G] She's not me.
Bowlegged and [D] she's lame.
And [G] I know her breath is sweet, but I'd rather smell her feet.
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sarah Jane.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
Oh, [G] there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go [D]-hungry hash house where [G] I go.
[G]
I'm a boarder and I dwell [C] in that second-rate [G] hotel.
If I stay here long, I think I'll go [D] insane.
[G] For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot reach my trunk.
And the board I owe would break a millionaire.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you [G] eat it, you will die.
The [A] meat you cannot cut it with [D] a saw.
Oh, there's [G] undertakers hanging around [C] for there's work here to be [G] found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Oh, they carried me upstairs one night and my room, it was a sight like something I had never seen [D] before.
Oh, [G] the fleas, they held me down while [C] the cheesecake streaked [G] around in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Oh, the beefsteak, it was rare, and the butter had red hair, and the baby had his feet both in [D] the stew.
[G] Oh, the eggs, they would not touch.
If you kicked [Em] one, it would hatch [G] in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you eat [G] it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Well, she promised that she'd meet me when [C] the clock struck seventeen [G] at the stockyard just five miles outside of [D] town
where [G] the pigs' feet and pigs' ears and those good old Texas steers sell for sirloin steak at ninety cents a pound.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will [A] die.
The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
[G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
She's my darling, she's my daisy.
[C] She's compact and she's crazy.
[G] She's not me.
Bowlegged and [D] she's lame.
And [G] I know her breath is sweet, but I'd rather smell her feet.
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sarah Jane.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
Oh, [G] there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go [D]-hungry hash house where [G] I go.
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[N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a boarder and I dwell [C] in that second-rate [G] hotel.
If I stay here long, I think I'll go [D] insane.
_ [G] For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot reach my trunk.
And the board I owe would break a millionaire.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you [G] eat it, you will die.
The [A] meat you cannot cut it with [D] a saw.
_ _ Oh, there's [G] undertakers hanging around [C] for there's work here to be [G] found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ Oh, they carried me upstairs one night and my room, it was a sight like something I had never seen [D] before.
_ Oh, [G] the fleas, they held me down while [C] the cheesecake streaked [G] around in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ Oh, the beefsteak, it was rare, and the butter had red hair, and the baby had his feet both in [D] the stew.
[G] Oh, the eggs, they would not touch.
If you kicked [Em] one, it would hatch [G] in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you eat [G] it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Well, she promised that she'd meet me when [C] the clock struck seventeen [G] at the stockyard just five miles outside of [D] town
where [G] the pigs' feet and pigs' ears and those good old Texas steers sell for sirloin steak at ninety cents a pound.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will [A] die.
The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ She's my darling, she's my daisy.
[C] She's compact and she's crazy.
[G] She's not me.
Bowlegged and [D] she's lame.
And [G] I know her breath is sweet, but I'd rather smell her feet.
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sarah Jane.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
Oh, _ [G] there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go [D]-hungry hash house where [G] I go. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
I'm a boarder and I dwell [C] in that second-rate [G] hotel.
If I stay here long, I think I'll go [D] insane.
_ [G] For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot reach my trunk.
And the board I owe would break a millionaire.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you [G] eat it, you will die.
The [A] meat you cannot cut it with [D] a saw.
_ _ Oh, there's [G] undertakers hanging around [C] for there's work here to be [G] found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ Oh, they carried me upstairs one night and my room, it was a sight like something I had never seen [D] before.
_ Oh, [G] the fleas, they held me down while [C] the cheesecake streaked [G] around in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ Oh, the beefsteak, it was rare, and the butter had red hair, and the baby had his feet both in [D] the stew.
[G] Oh, the eggs, they would not touch.
If you kicked [Em] one, it would hatch [G] in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If you eat [G] it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
Well, she promised that she'd meet me when [C] the clock struck seventeen [G] at the stockyard just five miles outside of [D] town
where [G] the pigs' feet and pigs' ears and those good old Texas steers sell for sirloin steak at ninety cents a pound.
[C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will [A] die.
The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
_ [G] Oh, there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go-hungry hash house where I go.
_ She's my darling, she's my daisy.
[C] She's compact and she's crazy.
[G] She's not me.
Bowlegged and [D] she's lame.
And [G] I know her breath is sweet, but I'd rather smell her feet.
She's my freckle-faced consumptive Sarah Jane.
_ [C] Oh, they feed on chicken pie.
If [G] you eat it, you will die.
[A] The meat you cannot cut [D] it with a saw.
Oh, _ [G] there's undertakers hanging around for there's work here to be found in the all-go [D]-hungry hash house where [G] I go. _ _ _ _ _ _
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