You Can't Hurt Ham
Bill Monroe, out on the road, he was goin' to a bluegrass date
When about midnight, he said with a fright, "I'm hungry, is it too late?"
Well, the driver said, "Chief, there ain't no place to eat – everything's done shut up tight."
Then the banjo man said he had a plan, he it thought might save the night.
From a greasy little sack, tucked way in the back of the bus, he gave us all
A bunch of country ham and biscuits his mama made him for the haul
About two days old, and it started to mold, said the banjo-pickin' man
Mon said, "Boy, bring me that sack, you know you can't hurt ham."
Well, you know you can't hurt ham
You know you can't hurt ham
Mon said, "Boy, bring me that sack, you know you can't hurt ham."
Old Uncle Dave, making his way across the USA
Tuck a ham in a box, with nails for locks, he'd open up once a day
He'd hand some to the waitress and say, "throw this in the pan.
I've been all around this world, and girl, you know you can't hurt ham."
Well, you know you can't hurt ham
You know you can't hurt ham
I've been all around this world, and girl, and you know you can't hurt ham
You can hurt tater salad, and it can hurt you bad
Get a hold of milk too old and throw things out of whack
And you can hurt a chicken, salmonella will mess you up
And no one can hurt you like someone you love
There's a culinary promise that's known throughout the land
No frigerate, no expire date, you know can't hurt ham
Well, you know you can't hurt ham
You know you can't hurt ham
No frigerate, no expire date, you know you can't hurt ham
No frigerate, no expire date, you know you can't hurt ham
No frigerate, no expire date, you know you can't hurt ham