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| Titre : | Who Said I Was a Bum? |
| Interprète(s) : | Luther, Frank, and his Pards |
| Fichier audio : | |
| Support d'enregistrement : | Cylindre |
| Format : | Blue Amberol (enregistrement acoustique) |
| Lieu d'enregistrement : | New York City, NY, USA |
| Marque de fabrique, label : | Edison |
| Numéro de catalogue : | 5614 |
| Numéro de matrice : | 1 |
| Date de l'enregistrement : | 1928 |
| Couleur de la pâte : | bleu |
| État : | Exc+ |
| Vitesse (tours/minute) : | 160 |
| Matériel employé au transfert : | Archéophone, diam 4min |
| Date du transfert : | 14-07-2002 |
| Commentaires : | Texte du contenu ci-dessous. |
| Texte du contenu : | Who said I was a Bum?
Sung by Frank Luther and his pards, (Edison Blue amberol n° 5614) I've travelled east I've travelled west I've been in every state A member of the knights of rest With dues paid up to date. There's just two things that I despise Two things I always shirk The first thing is a cake of soap The other one is work My life to me is just as free I'm always on a lark Somebody said "you're just a bum" And I don't like that remark Who said I was a Bum? Who said I was a Bum? I haven't worked in twenty years I guess I'm not so dumb And as a tramp along the road The people hear me hum I know I'm a hobo, but Who said I was a Bum? I must admit I never fit in any job and say Whenever I see a pile of wood I look the other way I haven't shaved in 'most a year I really am afraid because I fear my wire beard would break the razor blade The other day while on my way a cop gave me a chase I thought I heard him Holler "Take that mattress off-a your face!" Who said I was a Bum? Who said I was a Bum? I've been in every hospital that ever was built, by gum! and every time they operate they just cut out my rum I know I'm a hobo, but Who said I was a Bum? My coat is torn, my shoes are worn There's holes in both my toes And what is worse I always nurse a blossom on my nose And with a glance You'll see my pants are baggy at the knees They're worn so thin I feel the wind blow through my BVDs But I ain't got a worry boys Now what do you think of that? There's nothing ever on my mind Except my old straw hat But who said I was a Bum? Who said I was a Bum? Don't think I'm a lonesome guy Because I look so glum I've got a lot of cooties And they keep me busy, some I know I'm a hobo but Who said I was a Bum? I travel in the best of style No matter what the rate I ride inside those Pullmann cars some people call them freight I only eat one kind of food Just one not anymore I mean the kind of food they hand me out the kitchen door From coast to coast No man can boast such popularity Wherever I stop there is a cop Who waits to welcome me Well who said I was a Bum? Who said I was a Bum? I've been in all the finest jails Beneath the shining sun Each time I face a judge I'm gone for many months to come I know I'm a hobo but Who said I was a Bum? Now any place I hang my hat Is "Home, Sweet Home" to me Oh! How I love the man That wrote that sweet old melody Another song I'm wild about It hit me way down deep a tune I'm always singing "Please Go Away and Let Me Sleep". The millionaire is worried with a lot of bills to pay While all I have to worry about is Whether I'll eat today So who said I was a bum? Who said I was a bum? Fifth Avenue and I are through To me it's just a slum I'll tell you who I really am I hope you'll keep it mum I know I'm a hobo But who said I was a bum ? |
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