The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 017

I hear those echoes calling Say, go down again Well, gone again, skip to my loop, gone again, skip to my loop, gone again, skip to my loop, skip to my darling Listen to those voices. They're the voices of the famous Golden Gate Quartet, and this is Tom Scott.

Yes, you know why we're here. Of course you do. It's the Sing of America. Sing the song sounded down to us for the people who settled this great land of ours. Listen, and you'll hear America singing as it conquered enemies, overcame rivers, mountains, even space and time.

These are your songs, your American heritage, the folk songs of your land. Gorn again, skip to my loop, Gorn again, skip to my loop, skip to my darling. The open road, that's a phrase that takes in a lot of territory, suggests the endless highways, the wide horizon.

That's what we're going to sing about too. Songs of the wanderer, the castaway, the hobo. First off, it's hallelujah. I'm a bum. Well, hallelujah, I'm a bum. Hallelujah, bum again. Hallelujah, give us a handout to revive us again.

Oh, why don't I work just like other men do? Tell me, how can I work when the sky's also blue? And if I was to wait and see all that I heard I could buy me a bar and have money to burn Well, I'm a loo-yah, I'm a bum I'm a loo-yah, bum again

I'm a loo-yah, give us a handout to revive us again Oh, the winter is over and we're all out of jail We're tired of walking, we're hungry and fail Oh, I ride the boxcars and I ride the fast mail When it comes in the winter, I sleep in the gym Hallelujah, I'm a bum, hallelujah bum again