Hallelujah, I'm a Bum

This song has origins back in the start of the 20th century, with this version being written by Harry McClintock in 1928.

LYRICS:

Rejoice and be glad, for the springtime has come
We can throw down our shovels and go on the bum

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

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

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

I went to a house and I rapped on the door
And the lady says, "bum, bum, you've been here before"

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

I like Jim Hill, he's a good friend of mine
That is why I am hiking down Jim Hill's main line

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

I went to a house and I asked for some bread
And the lady says, "bum, bum, the baker is dead"

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

Why don't you work like other men do
Now, how can I work when there's no work to do?

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

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

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

I don't like work and work don't like me
And that is the reason I am so hungry

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