tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653568296721382479.post6437980947937277667..comments2023-09-04T06:53:48.760-07:00Comments on Learn-O-Rama: The Bum SongEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02093941118015840806noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653568296721382479.post-78280193793398497832008-08-21T08:20:00.000-07:002008-08-21T08:20:00.000-07:00My grandfather used to always sing that song, but ...My grandfather used to always sing that song, but he sang a slightly different, shorter version. I don't know where it came from, and he couldn't remember. I was trying to find some info on it when I found your site. Here is the version my grandfather sang:<BR/><BR/>Oh, I can remember, when I was a bum,<BR/>Came strolling into Bridgeport, just me and my chum.<BR/>We used to rob the fruit stands and holler in the street.<BR/>We used to cop a free lunch from everyone we'd meet.<BR/><BR/>Oh, one day in summer, a cop he did come.<BR/>He grabbed us by the collar and these are the words he said.<BR/>"Oh, come to the station house and there you'll find a home,<BR/>with plenty of bums to greet you, so make yourself at home."<BR/><BR/>Oh, it's six o'clock in the morning, and Captain Murphy did come,<BR/>With a hunk of bread and butter that nearly weighed a ton.<BR/>Oh, the coffee was tabasco juice, the bread was hard and state.<BR/>And that's the way they treat you, in the Fairfield County Jail.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12210112423515134386noreply@blogger.com