| Lyrics: | HALLELUJAH I'M A BUM
Oh, why don't I work like other men do?
How the hell can I work
when the skies are so blue?
Hallelujah! I'm a bum, Hallelujah bum again,
Hallelujah! give us a handout and revive us again.
Oh, I love my boss and my boss loves
me,
And that is the reason I'm so hungry.
CHORUS
Oh, the springtime
has come and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, without any bail
CHORUS
I went to a house and I knocked on the door;
A lady came out, says, "You been
here before."
CHORUS
I went to a house, and I asked for some
bread;
A lady came out, says, "The baker is dead."
CHORUS
When
springtime does come, oh won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the
bum.
CHORUS
George Milburn, in his "Hobo's Hornbook," says
that a version of
this famous hobo song "was found scribbled on the wall of a
Kansas City
jail where an old hobo known as One-Finger Ellis had
spend the night, recovering from a
overdose of rotgut whisky.
Al Jolson, of all people, made a big pop hit out of this: in
England,
though, "bum" means something else, so over there he had to sing:
Hallelujah, I'm
a Tramp. RG
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