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My life to me is just as free

I'm always on a lark

Somebody said

you're just a bum

And I don't like that remark

Who said I was a Bum

Who said I was a Bum

I haven't worked for 20 years

I guess I'm not so dumb

And as a tramp along the road

The people hear me hum

I know I'm a hobo

But who said I was a bum

I must admit

I never fit in any job and say

Whenever I see a pile of wood

I look the other way

I haven't shaved

in many a year

I really am afraid

Because I fear my wire beard

Would break the razor blade

The other day while on my way

A cop gave me a chase

I thought I heard him holler

Take that mattress

off-a your face

Who said I was a bum

Who said I was a bum

Of death and easy, go inside

Of things that easy come

A bum with

nickels, now and then

They keep me full of rum

I know I'm a hobo

But who said I was a bum

My coat is worn,

my shoes are torn

There's holes in both my toes

And what is worse

I always nurse a

blossom on my nose

And with a glance

You'll see my pants

are baggy at the knees

They're worn so thin

I feel the wind

blow through my BVDs

But there ain't

nothing that worries me

Now what is that about

There's never

something on my mind

Except a dirty hat

But who said I was a bum

Who said I was a bum

Don't think I'm a lonesome guy

Because I look so glum

I've got a lot

of cootie friends

That keep me on the hum

I know I'm a hobo

But who said I was a bum

Come back Sam.

You can't hide from me.

You can't hide from me, Sam.

Where are you going?

I know I'm a hobo

But who said I

January 25th.

I only have two weeks

left until the boat

I hired comes back for me.

And if I don't make

it back in time,

He will leave without us.

Sam is here somewhere.

And I know for sure now.

I've picked up some

sort of trail of his,

But, where does it lead?

Whatever happened

here has somehow

Made the electricity come alive.

It seems to react to a

person's presence at will.

Or is this just the virus?

Keep hiding Sam, and stay safe.

I'm coming.

Look up, look down

That railroad line

And bow your head and cry

The longest train

I ever saw

Was 80 coaches long

The engine passed

At eight o'clock

And the cab went by at nine

Look up, look down

That railroad line

And bow your head and cry

Little girl, little girl

Don't you tell me no lies

Where did you stay last night

I stayed in jail

99 days

With my face

turned to the wall

Little girl little girl

What have I done

You turned your back on me

Take all my clothes

Throw them all outdoors

Farewell

Help me!

Please.

This way Sam.

Hurry Sam.

I've got you Sam,

You little brat,

there is no escape.

It's no use Sam.

Sam you can't hide from me.

I'm going to stop you Sam.

I know you're here.

January 26th.

He began to stay

closer to the sea,

Away from civilization,

as he attempted

To figure out what

they actually were.

His research is

hard to understand,

He goes on and on

about several things,

Such as

inter-dimensional beings,

Shadow people, and even aliens.

He claimed that

legends and history

Seemed to blend, to intertwine,

And even lose focus.

He believed that

ghosts were simply

A generalization.

Or a misanalysis of that.

And they would

prey on the energy

Of misfortune and suffering.

They can come to our side

Through some sort of portals.

He seemed to think

that there are

These portals, or hot spots,

All over the world,

Where the spirits

can come to our side.

Is Tasmania really

one of those places?

He concluded that these portals

Explained the areas of the world

Where the foulness and

suffering of humanity

Never seemed to clear.

His final note was

merely a question.

"Will there always be a dark

cloud over these places?"

"Or can the portals be closed?"

"And can the light return?"

Where are you Sam?

The whole

fury and might of the enemy

Must very soon be turned on us.

Hitler knows that he

will have to break us

In this island or lose the war.

But if we fail, then

the whole world,

Including the United States,

Including all that we

have known and cared for,

Will sink into the

abyss of a new dark age

Made more sinister...

So these are your

ghosts huh Sam?

It's me again.

I really need to talk to you.

We've always got through

stuff like this together.

I just wanted to make sure

that you got mom's necklace.

I left it in your mailbox.

Now...

She came to, to

see me last night.

I couldn't even look at her

For about 10 minutes.

But when I finally

did, she gave a message

For you and Brian.

She wanted you to keep

her necklace close.

Because you will need it.

It's gotta feel

good if this is you.

, please babe.

It's such a long

time since I've seen

Anything like this.

Am I going crazy?

Or do you see that too?

Have you seen Mom and Dad

yet since they've died?

You can't hide from me, Brian.

Oh sh*t.

You can't run from me forever.

Oh I'm going down

that road feeling bad

Oh I'm going down

that road feeling bad

Oh I'm going down

that road feeling bad

And I ain't gonna

be treated this way

Oh I'm going where that

chilly wind never blows

Oh I'm going where that

chilly wind never blows

Oh I'm going where that

chilly wind never blows

And I ain't gonna

be treated this way

Oh way down in

jail on my knees

Oh way down in

jail on my knees

Oh way down in

jail on my knees

And I ain't gonna

be treated this way

Oh feed me on

cornbread and peas

One evening as

the sun went down

And the jungle

fire was burning

Down the track

came a hobo hiking

And he said, boys

I ain't turning

I'm headed for a

land that's far away

Beside the crystal mountain

So come with me

we'll all go and see

The Big Rock Candy Mountains

Yeah, the Big

Rock Candy Mountains

There's a land

that's fair and bright

Where the handouts

grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night

Where the boxcars

all are empty

And the sun shines every day

On the birds and bees

and the cigarette trees

January 27th,

I now only see two options.

Either I'm affected, and

the virus story was real,

Or it's the somehow

more frightening option.

Sam was right.

Which would mean he was hiding

Because something

was following him.

Whatever the case, I'm amazed

he survived here this long.

I can explain ghost radio waves,

They're old radio broadcasts

that bounce around the world

For years, that's science.

But how did the radio find

something from my past?

Is this real?

Why is all of this

becoming so familiar?

In the Big Rock

Candy Mountains

You never change your socks

And the little old

streams of alcohol

Come a tricklin'

down the rocks

Where the brakemen

have to tip their hats

And the railroad

bulls are blind

January 28th.

For some reason Sam

has decided to go to

The most haunted

island in Australia.

I have no ordinary explanation

for why Sam would go there

Of all places.

Every Monday morning

they've got 'em out on time

March 'em down to Lone Rock,

said to look into that mine

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