The Hobo Economy


One of the media planners at Adcenter was recently an unwitting participant in a barter trade with Richmond's homeless.  Josh had an old Coleman tent in the back of his pick-up truck, underneath the big truck box right behind the cab.  The key word being "had."  He came out of his apartment one day to find that he had been relieved of his tent.  In it's place, his trading partner left him an old boot with a twig in it.  The hobo economy is alive and well in Richmond, Virginia. 

Here ‘ s to my fellow Adcenter second-years…

lyrics to Johnny Cash's "Busted"

My bills are all due and the babies need shoes,

But I'm Busted

Cotton's gone down to a quarter a pound

And I'm Busted

I got a cow that's gone dry

And a hen that won't lay

A big stack of bills

Getting bigger each day

The county's gonna haul my belongings away,

But I'm Busted

So I called on my brother to ask for a loan

'Cause I was Busted

I hate to beg like a dog for a bone,

But I'm Busted

My brother said, "there's not a thing I can do,

My wife and my kids

Are all down with the flu

And I was just thinkin' about callin' on you,

'Cause I'M Busted."

Lord, I ain't no thief, but a man can go wrong,

When he's Busted

The food that we canned last summer is gone,

But I'm Busted

Now the fields are all bare

And the cotton won't grow

Me and my family's gotta pack up and go

But I'll make a living, just where, I don't know

'Cause I'm Busted