Collected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark
Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958
Reel 360, Item 6
Only a Tramp
I'm a broken-down man without money,
My clothes are all tattered and torn,
And I am so weary and lonely,
That I wish I had never been born.
All through this wide world I have wandered Inquiring for something to do,
But whenever I ask for employment They say they have none for a tramp.
How many, by their cozy fireside,
With plenty of food laid in store,
Who will laugh and scoff at my troubles When I ask them for food at their door!
Now you may have a son that you cherish,
Although he is wealthy today,
Who knows but some time he may wander from home And end up like me, just a tramp.
One night on a dark, lonely railroad,
A fellow both hungry and sore,
Saw an empty box car on the siding
So he climbed in and then closed the door.
Three miles on that railroad he travelled Till a brakeman came round with a lamp,
He was pushed from the train and was killed on the track, Because he was only a tramp.
Now this is the end of the story,
Of the life that no one tried to save,
Just a-stealing a ride on a freight train,
That poor tramp has gone to his grave.
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