I Had But Fifty Cents

Cat. #0687 (MFH #274) - As sung by Max Hunter, Springfield, Missouri on February 9, 1969

I took my girl to a dance one night
Was a social hop
We danced until th lights went out
An' th music had to stop
I took her to a restaurant
Th finest in th state
She said she was'nt hungry
But this is what she ate
A dozen raw, a plate of slaw
A chicken and a roast
Some applesass, and aparagrass
Soft-shell crabs on toast
A box of stew, and cracker too
Her appetite was immense
When she asked for pie
I thought I'd die
For I had but fifty cents

She said she was'nt hungry
And did'nt care to eat
But I've got money in my clothes
To bet she can't be beat
She took it in so cozy
She had an awful tank
She said she was'nt thirsty
But this is what she drank
A whiskey skin, a glass of gin
Which made me shake with fear
A ginger pop, with rum on top
A schooner then of beer
A glass of ale, a gin cocktail
She should have had more sense
When she called for more
I fell on th floor
For I had fifty cents

Of course I wasn'nt hungry
And did'nt care to eat
Expecting every moment
To be kicked out in th street
She said she'd fetch her family 'round
Some night, an' we'd have fun
When I gave th man fifty cents
This is what he done
He tore my clothes
He smashed my nose
He hit me in th jaw
He gave me a prize
Of a two black eyes
And with me swept th floor
He took me o'er th fence
Take my advice,
Don't try it twice
If you've got but fifty cents