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American Ballads and Folk Songs
And I was cold and hungry, And had not a bite to eat j I laid me down to take a nap And rest my weary feet.
Then I walked up to a kind miss, And asked for a bite to eat, A little piece of cornbread And a little piece of meat.
She threw her arms around me: "I love you as a friend, But if I gave you this to eat You'd bum 'round here again."
"Kind miss, kind miss, Don't talk to me so rough, You think that I'm a old hobo, Because I look so tough*"
She took me in her kitchen, She treated me nice and kindj She got me in the notion Of bumming all the time.
And as I left the kitchen And went down to the town, I heard a double-header blow, And thought she was western bound*
I walked down on the sidetrack And stopped at the railroad shopj And heard an agent tell a man The train it would not stop.
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