Reel 428, Item 12
Collected by Hubert Charles Peterson By M.C.Parler
TRAMP IN THE RAIN
One night it was dark, it was storming, When along came a tramp in the rain,
He was making his way to a station,
For to catch a long distancetrain.
May I sleep in your barn tonight, Mister? For it's cold lying out on the ground,
And to beg for matches I've any I am sure I will do mm you no harm.
Now my wife said she'd like to be earning Some money to add to her home She talked 'til we finded a cottage That the Stranger might come in our home.
One evening I was coming from my work shop Whistling and ringing for joy Was expecting a kind hearted welcome It would be from my wife and boy.
Nothing did I find but a letter Placed in a room on a stand And the moment my eyes fell upon it I picked it right up in my hand
Oh, the words written on it
Was enough to run a man wild
For it told me my wife and the stranger
Had left and had taken my child.
If there be a God up in heaven Which we are all told to believe I know He will give to that rascal A doom, a doom he sought to receive.
Sung by Lowell Harness, Leslie, Arkansas, December 21, 1962.
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