The Lehigh Valley
Don't look at me that way, stranger,
I didn't s*** in your seat.
I just come down from the mountains
With my balls all covered with sleet.
I've been up in the Lehigh Valley,
Me and my old pal, Lou,
A-pimpin' for a whorehouse
And a God damned good one too.
It was there that I first f***ed Nellie;
She was the village belle.
I was only a lowdown panderer
But I loved that girl like hell.
But along came a city slicker,
All handsome, gay and rich,
And he stole away my Nellie,
That stinking son-of-a-bitch.
I'm just restin' my ass a moment,
And then I'm on my way.
I'll hunt the runt that swiped my cunt
If it takes till Judgement Day.
According to Ed Cray in _The Erotic Muse,_ the original of this
hobo song was a parlor song used in an 1882 play. The first printed
bawdy version dates to 1912 and was sung to the tune of Red River
Valley (wherever that is.) A number of attempts have been made to
bowdlerize this essential human story but they didn't work.
Even if the song does not concern itself with biological
functions, a sprinkling of currently prohibited words (especially
when they are involved in hard-to-edit rhymes) is enough to ban a
song. In `The Lehigh Valley,' for example, the triple rhyme of the
last line couldn't be edited in a fashion suitable for for
presentation to polite company. Into locked files went this hobo