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BECAUSE HE WAS ONLY A TRAMP I'm a man broken down without credit or cash My clothes are all ragged and torn; Not a friend have I in this dreary world I wish I had never been born. in vain I search for employment Sleeping out onm the ground cold and damp I'm stared (pronounced "starred") in face by starvation God pity the life of a tramp. Last night down on the L and N Railroad There's a man most hungry and cold. An empty boxcar stood still on the track He jumped in and closed up the door. He had rode three miles in an empty boxcar Till a brakeman came round with his lantern (lamp?); He was thrown from the train and was killed by the rails Because he was only a tramp. Kind friends, I want you all to remember That every poor man is not a tramp; THere's many a true heart still beating Beneath the old coat of a tramp. Poor Lazarus lay at the rich man's door And the dogs came and licked his sores; But at last his spirit took its sweet flight Where there's room and bread for the poor. From Long Steel Rail, Cohen Recorded by Sam and Kirk McGee @poor @tramp @train filename[ BCSTRMP TUNE FILE: BCSTRMP CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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