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Hallelujah Im A Bum
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.

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Oh, the springtime has come and I'm just out of jail,
Without any money, without any bail

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I went to a house and I knocked on the door;
A lady came out, says, "You been here before."

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I went to a house, and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, says, "The baker is dead."

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When springtime does come, oh won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs and we'll go on the bum.

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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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Miscellaneous
Hallelujah Im A Bum