Me And Jack - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ME AND JACK Tune "Comrades." Words by T. H. Tooker. 
We're a pair of first-class bummers, my dear comrade, Jack and I; We've emptied many barrels of rum but still we're always dry; It's whiskey that compels us to wear old second-hand clothes, For it's cost me and Jack a fortune to get a big red nose. Chorus. ' Comrades, comrades, ever since we were bums, Sleeping in stale-beer dives down in the slums; Working free-lunch counters to get enough to eat, I tell you its tough when you get to be an old dead-beat. 
Now, nearly every evening when we get full of booze, We try to find an empty truck to take a quiet snooze; But the police they won't let us rest, they know us very well, And many a time they've lauded me and Jack in a cell. Chorus. Comrades, comrades, ever since we were tramps, We never drew a sober breath when we had the stamps; We always were too strong to work, we'd much prefer to beg, And the only labor that we do is when we drain a keg. 
I went into a saloon the other night to get a glass of rye, I told the man behind the bar I'd pay him by-and-by; he quickly grabbed a great big axe and at me made a rush, My comrade's whiskers got the blow-it shaved the dear old lash. Chorus. Comrades, comrades, I'll never forget my old chum, he smelled like a distillery from drinking five-cent rum; I'll never see his face again, he's in his lonely grave, Though Jack died to save me, he got a nice clean shave.