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I Walk the Road Again 
I Walk the Road Again 
I am a poor unlucky chap, I'm very fond of rum I walk the road from morn to night, I ain't ashamed to bum. My feet being sore, my clothes being tore But still I don't complain; I got up and I hoisted my turkey and I walked the road again. 
cho: I walked the road again, me boys I walked the road again; If the weather be fair I combed my hair and I walked the road again. 
From New York into Buffalo I tramped it all the way, I slept in brickyards and old log barns Untll the break of day. My feet being sore, my clothes being tore But still I didn't complain. I got up and I hoisted my turkey And I walked the road again. 
I worked In the Susquehanna Yard, We got one dollar a day, Toiling hard to make a living, boys, I hardly think she pays. They said they would raise our wages, If they do, I won't complain; If they don't, I'll hoist my turkey And walk the road again. 
I worked along for about a month, Then I got some cash, I went upon a spree, me boys, Money went to smash. A devil of a cent did I have left, But yet I didn't complain, I got up and hoisted my turkey And I walked the road again. 
Now I'm on the road, me boys, For a place I do not know; 
Misfortune, you are cru-el, Why did you serve me so? A devil that sits upon me back, That's what makes me sore; If ever I did strike a job again I'll walk the road no more. 
From the singing of George Edwards