Aug 5, 2010

Thursday Music

My grandfather was a hobo. As a teenager he decided to hop a train and live the life of a bum. He never could explain what exactly was running through his head when he decided to live the life of a homeless one, but he had interesting stories about the lifestyle. He indicated that there were some things he wouldn't discuss which was just as well. I was probably better off not knowing and let him take some of those tales to his grave.

The old time hobo is often romanticized in pop culture, but I imagine it's a life few of us would live. Without the conveniences of modern dwellings we'd go insane just attempting to light a fire on a daily basis or living off the greens of the land.

So in honor of my grandfather's lifestyle choice I bring you a song that detailed the dreams of many a hobo:

"I have sung in hobo jungles, and I have sung for the Rockefellers, and I am proud that I have never refused to sing for anybody." - Pete Seeger


wigsf said...

"I'm not a stabbin' hobo, I'm a singin' hobo. Nothing beats the hobo life, stabbin' people with my hobo knife."

Mattbear said...

There was an interesting discussion about this song on Metafilter some time ago. See

The McClintock version of the song you have here omits the best verse:

The punk rolled up his big blue eyes
And said to the jocker, "Sandy,
I've hiked and hiked and wandered too,
But I ain't seen any candy.
I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore
And I'll be damned if I hike any more
To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

Mattbear said...

And, apparently, you posted this just a week before the "National Hobo Convention":

Claire said...

How interesting!