Hangdog Harry
from Cruisin' For Tacos During The Apocalypse (Part I) by Skunkmello
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lyrics
Hangdog Harry
Do you remember, do you remember
New York City
The way the nights
Used to stick upon the walls
Back when the streets were
Still kinda ripe and shitty
Back when we didn’t remember
Nothing at all
We used to drink on down
At the Local 269
Amongst all them ruffians
And the neighborhood scaries
And always there shuffling through
His nickels and his dimes
Was a fella they used to call
The Hangdog Harry
And Hangdog Harry, every night he said
Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead
You know it’s one in a million we get out alive
But I’ll teach you children how us men survive
Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too
But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through
So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so loud
Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd
Do you remember, do you remember
The days of lean determination
Before the buzzards began
To line up in the streets
Back when the folks seemed to have
A little more aspiration
Now they all just circle round
For their meats
We used to drink on down
Where them old men hustled
Down with Steamboat Bill
And Lowlife Larry
Well there was Sideways Sandy
And Red-eyed Russell
And of course
There was always Hangdog Harry
And Hangdog Harry, every night he said
Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead
You know it’s one in a million we get out alive
But I’ll teach you children how us men survive
Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too
But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through
So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so proud
Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd
You wanna get ahead
Or you wanna get a hand-job
(that’s what he said)
They called him Hangdog Harry
© 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
Do you remember, do you remember
New York City
The way the nights
Used to stick upon the walls
Back when the streets were
Still kinda ripe and shitty
Back when we didn’t remember
Nothing at all
We used to drink on down
At the Local 269
Amongst all them ruffians
And the neighborhood scaries
And always there shuffling through
His nickels and his dimes
Was a fella they used to call
The Hangdog Harry
And Hangdog Harry, every night he said
Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead
You know it’s one in a million we get out alive
But I’ll teach you children how us men survive
Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too
But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through
So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so loud
Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd
Do you remember, do you remember
The days of lean determination
Before the buzzards began
To line up in the streets
Back when the folks seemed to have
A little more aspiration
Now they all just circle round
For their meats
We used to drink on down
Where them old men hustled
Down with Steamboat Bill
And Lowlife Larry
Well there was Sideways Sandy
And Red-eyed Russell
And of course
There was always Hangdog Harry
And Hangdog Harry, every night he said
Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead
You know it’s one in a million we get out alive
But I’ll teach you children how us men survive
Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too
But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through
So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so proud
Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd
You wanna get ahead
Or you wanna get a hand-job
(that’s what he said)
They called him Hangdog Harry
© 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
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from Cruisin' For Tacos During The Apocalypse (Part I),
released November 19, 2021
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Sewer blues and gutter grooves for the barefooted and absent minded.
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