Hoboes, Tramps, Scholars And Kings
(Praise Be, On One Knee To Chesapeake Andy)
A Boxcar Song
Where de cigarettes grow near de lemonade springs
On Big Rock Candy Mountain
Where whiskey’s made from honey
An’ da bees dey never sting
It evah flows fast n runny
An’ if ya drink enuf of the stuff
Everything is sunny.
Everything is sunny.
Miles n miles of boxcar smiles
Not a hostile mile ‘tween us
De railroad dicks ‘ave all gone home
De bo’s and yegg’s are free ta roam
We don hafta bitch and cuss
Our clothes may stink, our hair’s a muss
We jes need a wash n a comb.
We jes need a wash n comb.
Where de chickens all crawl in de skillet
An’ cook ‘emselves up nice n brown
Where ya eat and drink n dey just bill it
N dere’s a hobo jungle n every town
Where de corn’s a plenty so we just spill it
An’ a tramp can dream n lay his wanderin’ haid down.
An’ a tramp can dream n lay his wanderin’ haid down.
De painted gals sing a pretty song
While bathing in de spring
De whistles dey blow loud n long
Waiting fer us kids to rise n take wing
But lets dem pretty girls sing on n on
Cause I ain’t doin’ a thing.
Cause I ain’t doin’ a thing.
Where de lunches grow on de bushes
N bump de ‘boes in de eyes
When we’re pulled we pushes
An’ spit plug at those we despise
An’ every night as de moon shushes
De sky rains down apple pies.
De sky rains down apple pies.
Where de tinder n smoke fall far away
From de steel ladders to which we cling
On de gondolas and boxcars dat jerk n sway
En route to oblivion dis bright day
Dat comes to hobo, tramp, scholar n king.
Dat comes to hobo, tramp, scholar n king.
An’ de cigarettes grow with de matches
On Big Potato Mountain.
Credited to and ripped from:
Jim Tully - Beggars of Life - A Hobo Autobiography
Chesapeake Andy - His inane and perceptive diatribes orated
around the sidetrack campfires made of driftwood
collected from distant planets.
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