Tekst: Ukendt - Melodi: Ukendt
When springtime has come,
o won't we have fun,
we'll get out of jail,
and we'll go on the bum.
Hallelujah, I'm a bum,
hallelujah, bum again,
hallelujah, give us a handout,
to revive us again.
O why don't you work,
like other men do?
O how can I work,
when the sky is so blue?
Hallelujah ...
I went to a house,
and I knocked on the door,
the lady says, "Bum, bum,
you been here before."
Hallelujah ...
I called on another,
and asked for some bread,
the lady says, "Bum, bum,
the baker is dead."
Hallelujah ...
I'll ride the box cars,
and hop the fast maiIs,
when it's cold in the winter
I'll sleep in the jails.
Hallelujah ...
If I was to work,
and save all I earn,
I'd buy me a bar,
and have money to burn.
Hallelujah ...
Someday a freight train
will run over my head,
and the sawbones will say,
"Old One-Finger's dead."
Hallelujah ...
Berømt hobo-song (vagabondsang), der siges at være fundet kradset ind i væggen i en celle på Kansas City Gale, hvor gamle One-Finger-Ellis havde tilbragt natten efter et heftigt sammenstød med en del whisky.