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[wombat2u2004]

[QUOTE=slick;2352487Wom, my Mom and Dad use to sing that song when I was growing up. [/QUOTE]

Hee hee....I used to sing that to my kids when they were growing up.
That and "Hallelujah I'm a Bum" (They really loved that one)

[Bonny]

Hee hee....I used to sing that to my kids when they were growing up.
That and "Hallelujah I'm a Bum" (They really loved that one)

ROFL! What are the words to Hallelujah I'm a Bum"?

[wombat2u2004]

ROFL! What are the words to Hallelujah I'm a Bum"?

"Hallelujah, I'm a Bum" (Roud 7992) is an American folk song that responds with humorous sarcasm to unhelpful moralizing about the circumstance of being a hobo.

The song's authorship is uncertain, but according to hobo poetry researcher Bud L. McKillips the words were written by an IWW member. Some verses, though, may have been written by a Kansas City hobo known only as "One-Finger Ellis," who scribbled it on the wall of his prison cell in 1897.[1] There is also a questionable theory that Harry McClintock could have written it in 1897 when he was only fifteen.

Sung to the tune of "Revive Us Again", the song was printed by the Industrial Workers of the World in 1908, and adopted by its Spokane, Washington branch as their anthem later that year. The success of their Free speech fights of 1909 led to its widespread popularity.

The version published in 1908 goes:

Why don't you work like other folks do?
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?

Refrain
Hallelujah, I'm a bum,
Hallelujah, bum again,
Hallelujah, give us a handout
To revive us again.

Oh, why don't you save all the money you earn?
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn.

Whenever I get all the money I earn,
The boss will be broke, and to work he must turn.

Oh, I like my boss, he's a good friend of mine,
That's why I am starving out on the bread line.

When springtime it comes, oh, won't we have fun;
We'll throw off our jobs, and go on the bum.

These couple of verses were added later.......

I went to a house and I knocked on the door;
The lady comes out and says, "You've been here before"

I went to a shop and I asked for some bread,
"Your too late you Bum, the baker is dead."