Second-hand Hotel Down Where I Board - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SECOND-HAND HOTEL DOWN WHERE I BOARD. Tune-"Down on the Farm." Written and Sung by James W. Dunn. 
I'm a boarder, and I dwell at a second-hand hotel; If I stop there long, I know I'll be insane; But my trunk I cannot take, for my life will be at stake, For "the board I owe it fills my heart with pain; There are doctors, undertakers, and all dizzy kinds of fakirs, Who eat the best the hotel can afford; There are gamblers, preachers, tailors, bunco-steerers and sailors In this second-hand hotel down where I board. 
Chorus. Oh, it nearly drives me mad, a square meal I haven't had, And the music of them boarders as they snored; The landlord's crazy, so is his wife-I'm afraid I'll lose my life In that second-hand hotel down where I board. 
When they ring the dinner bell all the boarders give a yell, And they make a rush to get in at the door; When the bill-of-fare was read, two new boarders they dropped dead, And the landlord searched their pockets on the floor; They have clam-shell soup and pie-if you'd eat it you would die, And the doctor's always called when dinner's o'er; The undertaker be hangs 'round, for lots of business can be found In this second-hand hotel down where I board.-Chorus. 
When the landlord he gets tight, he starts in to look for fight, With an axe he'll chase the boarders up and down; One poor fellow lost his ear. and I think it mighty queer That I'm still alive and breathing in this town; My heart is nearly broke-if I slay there long I'll croak; My life it hangs upon a slender cord With these robbers and man-catchers, lunatics and body-snatchers, At this second-hand hotel down where I board.-Chorus.