Mary Celestia Parler;
Mountain Home, Ark.
Reel 199. Item 2
The T And P Line
("Song of hobo days, T and P line.")
Come all you young men and listen to me,
I'll sing you a song, how true it may be,
I'll do my endeavors to sing it in rhyme,
Concerning a trip on the T and P line.
I landed in Fort Worth one beautiful night,
The stars on the skyway was shining so bright,
I met an old darky, he was almost blind,
Said, "You're nothing but a bum from the T and P line."
I bummed around town until the fourth night,
And I hired to a man by the name of Will Wright,
He said, "I will take you and use you as mine,
Although you're but a bum from the T and P line."
We got in his wagon and homeward we turned,
The work that he gave me was easily learned,
The work it was easy and the grub it was fine,
It was better than a handout on the T and P line.
He had a little daughter the age of sixteen,
The prettiest and the sweetest I ever had seen,
Her eyes were so bright and her posture so fine,
She's sweeter than a brakeman on the T and P line.
I helped her pick geese, I helped her set hens,
I helped her wash dishes and build chicken pens,
And off to the orchard I was always on time,
I'd go like a bum from the T and P line.
I went to the office one beautiful day,
Expecting my master my wages to pay,
He said, "Son, I don't like you, you can hand in your time,
You're nothing but a bum from the T and P line."
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I says, "Mister, right now it don't concern you,
I did all the work you required me to do,
And if you don't like me, you can pay me my time,
And I will be riding on the T and P line."
I went by the house to tell Effie good-bye,
There were tears in her eyes and so were in mine,
Headed for the highway and soon hit the pike,
And I didn't pay nothing but Effie that night.
When I left Effie she said she'd be mine,
I'll go back someday and claim her as mine,
She's sweeter than peaches and I'll meet her sometime,
I'll bum my way to her on the T and P line.
MCP: Where'd you learn that one?
VL: I learned that from Harley Owens, an Arkansas boy
that was raised in Texas. He came from around
Lubbock, Texas, and he learned it down on the border
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