Oh the winter is gone and the springtime has come So I’ll pick up my bundle and go on the bum Halleluia, I’m a bum, Halleluia, bum again Halleluia, give us a handout to revive us again Oh I went to a house and I asked for some bread And the lady said Bum, Bum, the baker is dead Oh why don’t you work as other men do? How the hell can I work when there’s no work to do? Oh why don’t you pray for your daily bread? Well, if that’s all I did I would damn soon be dead Oh I went to a house and I knocked on the door The lady said Bum, Bum, you’ve been here before