Breakfast at The Heck's (click on song title to hear MP3 music clip)
© Jennie Avila

Chorus: It was breakfast at the Heck’s, eggs on the griddle
Rebs and Yankees close enough to spit while
Boonsboro’s hot with mamma and me cookin’ in the middle

1. Comin’ down South Mountain after the fight
Jake came first in the middle of the night
He was wearin’ the Rebel gray
His troops withdrew to Sharpsburg,
But to see me and mamma for just one night, he would stay

2. In the mornin’ mamma said The Yanks are marchin’ into town, son…
We hate to see you eat and run
But Boonsboro’s sidin’ with the north
And somebody’s knockin’ knockin’ knockin’
Sally, go see who’s knockin’, knockin’ at the door.”

Chorus: It was breakfast at the Heck’s, eggs on the griddle
Rebs and Yankees close enough to spit while
Boonsboro’s hot with mamma and me cookin’ in the middle

3. When the door flew open, what could we do?
It was brother, John, wearin’ Union blue
Mamma said, “Give thanks once more.
Here’s hot biscuits, hang up your hat,
Pass the salt and leave your differences outside our door.”