I Had But Fifty Cents

I Had But Fifty Cents Money

Stock #: 45845
Type: Postcard
Era: Divided Back
Size: 3.5" x 5.25" (9 x 14 cm)

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I took my girl to a fancy ball - It was a social hop, But we stayed until the folks went out, And the music it did stop; Then to a restaurant we went - The best one 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 sparrow grass and apple sass, And soft shell crabs on toast; A big box stew and crackers, too, He appetite was immense. When she called for pie I thought I'd die, For I had but fifty cents. You bet I wasn't hungry - I didn't care to eat, Expecting every moment To be kicked out in the street; She said she'd bring her family round Some day, and we'd have fun, then I gave the man the fifty cents, And this is what he done: He tore my clothes, he smashed my nose, He hit me in the jaw; He gave me a prize of a pair of black eyes, And with me swept the floor; He took me where my clothes hung loose And threw me over a fence. Take my advice, don't try it twice, When you've got but fifty cents.