I Walk The Road Again

Words and Music by :  
Arranged and adapted by:
Publisher:  

Recorded by:
Bob Harter - LST7330

Lyrics:

I am a poor unlucky chap, I'm very fond of rum 
I walk the road from morn to night, I ain't afraid to bum. 
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 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.


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'd 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 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 
Until 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 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.


I worked along for about a month, 
Then I got some cash, 
I went upon a spree, me boys, 
My 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. 

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.


Now I'm on the road, me boys, 
For a place I do not know; 
Misfortune, you are cru-el, 
Why did you treat 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