"Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on...the steam engines beckoned as they built up momentum heading towards a new horizon, towards an adventure.
Many a man heard that call, when the rules become too hard to take.
This man, born to dream not conform, that man without a job and out of luck - they heard the call, movin' on...movin' on.
Hobos they're called, a word with as many possible origins as there are reasons to join the fraternity.
The Latin words homo bonus mean "good man" and could have been coined to make the term hobo.
Some say that soldiers returning from the Civil War would be asked where they were headed and they replied "homeward bound".
Migratory agricultural workers of the eighteenth century were referred to as "hoe boys", and since hobos worked as they traveled, it was concluded they were the original 'boes.
Ask a veteran hobo at a convention jungle what a hobo is and you'll receive a definite answer. The hobo is a migratory worker, some with a special skill or trade, others ready to work at any task, but always willing to work to make his way.
The tramp, they'll tell you, is a traveling non-worker, moving from town to town, but never willing to work for the handouts that he begs for.
A bum is the lowest class, too lazy to roam around and never works."
Misunderstood and mistreated, the wandering hobos have come to find understanding and friendship in the town of Britt, Iowa- which since 1900 has been the site of the Hobos Convention.
I present the first half of our Musical Salute To Hobos!
And I ask you, who else but me would even ATTEMPT such a show, lol?
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