1

He walked up and down the street 'till the shoes fell off his feet,
Across the street he spied a lady cooking stew. And he said, " How do you do,
May I chop some wood for you? " But what the lady told him made him feel so blue.
Refrain:
" Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-trampin', There is nothing here for you;
If I catch you round again, You will wear the ball and chain,
Keep a-trampin', that's the best thing you can do. "

2

Across the street a sign he read, " Work for Jesus, " so it said.
And he said, " Here is my chance, I'll surely try. " And he kneeled upon the floor
Until his knees got rather sore, But at eating time he heard the preacher cry:
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3

Down the street he met a cop, And the copper made him stop,
And he said: " When did you blow into town? " And he took him to the judge,
But the judge he said, " Ah fudge! Bums that have no money need not come around. "
Refrain: