Out Of The Frying Pan 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 25 Jan 2009
2009

Of all hard luck folks in this world,
I'm champion of them all,
When they framed up my game
I was the man who had to fall.
I was born on April thirteenth
and it came on a Friday,
most ev'ry job of work I get
they say I'm in the way.
If money grew on trees in ev'ry land,
I would get the rheumatism in my hand

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

One day out in the country woods,
A stroll I thought I'd take,
I was meand'ring slowly
when 'long came a rattle snake,
I felt quite 'xas perated so
I hid behind some trees,
I wasn't there a moment
when 'long came a swarm of bees,
I thought I'd better go
and take a rest,
and sat right down
on a great big hornets' nest.

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

I had appendicitis
to a hospital I went,
They operated on me
and they didn't charge a cent,
Them doctors cert'nly carved me tho'
I didn't feel the pain,
they found me well and hearty
so they sewed me up again.
And when at last I happened to awake,
I found a sign marked
"Opened by mistake."

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

Out of the frying pan
into the fire,
that's the kind of life I live,
Nobody gives me nothin' for nothin'
I always have to give,
The way ev'rything slips thro' my hands
My hands must be a sieve
Out of the frying pan
into the fire
That's the kind of life I live.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Out Of The Frying Pan 1911
by Eddie Leonard
© MCMXI by Harold Rossiter Mus.Co. - Chicago
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 25 January 2009 at 17.12
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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