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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 's a handout, Revive us again.
If I was to work and save all I earn,
I could buy me a bar and have money to burn.
Oh, the winter is over and we're all out of jailj We are tired of walking and hungry as hell.
Oh, I ride box cars and I ride fast mails, When it's cold in the winter I sleep in the jails.
I passed by a saloon and I hear someone snore, And I found the bartender asleep on the floor.
I stayed there and drank till a fly-mug came in, And he put me to sleep with a sap on the chin.
Next morning in court I was still in a haze,
When the judge looked at me, he said, "Thirty days."
Some day a long train will run over my head,
And the sawbones will say, "Old One-Finger's dead."