When I had but Fifty Cents From Binkley Brothers Dixie Clodhoppers. On Marimac cassete. Key on Cassette is C 
I took my girl to a fancy ball, it was a social hop We stayed all night until the break of daylight Just waiting for the music to stop. We went in- to a rest- a- raunt, the finest on the street She said she wasn���t hung-ery but this is what she eat 
A dozen rolls, a plate of slaw, a chicken and a roast A pair of doves with apple sauce, a soft shell crab on toast A big barbecue with crackers too, her appetite was immense When she called for pie,I thought I���d die, for I had just fifty cents 
You ���bet I wasn���t hung-ery, I didn���t care to eat I���ve got money in my clothes to bet she cant be beat I thought if she ate that way all the time She���d surely break a bank She said she wasn���t thirsty, but this is what she drank 
A glass of ale, a gin cocktail, it made me shake with fear A ginger pop with rum on top, and then a schooner of beer A whisky skin, a glass of gin, she should have had more sense When she called for more, I fell on the floor, for I had but fifty cents 
You ���bet I wasn���t hung-ery, I didn���t care to eat Expecting every moment, to be kicked out in the street She said she���d bring her friends around Someday, and we���d have fun I showed the man my fifty cents, and this is what he done 
He mashed my nose, he tore my clothes, he hit me on my jaw He grabbed me by my collar and slammed me out the door He caught me where my clothes were lose, he kicked me through the fence Take my advice, don���t try it twice when you���ve got but fifty cents 
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