|If you all will shut your trap,|
I will tell you 'bout a chap,
That was broke and up against it, too, for fair;
He was not the kind that shirk,
He was looking hard for work,
But he heard the same old story everywhere.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, keep on a-tramping,
Nothing doing here for you;
If I catch you 'round again,
You will wear the ball and chain.
Keep on tramping, that's the best thing you can do.
2. He walked up and down the street,
|3. 'Cross 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,
'Till his knees got rather sore,
But at eating-time he heard the preacher cry-
4. Down the street he met a cop,
5. Finally came that happy day