Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day
In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay
His friends gathered round him with low and drooping head
Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said.
Goodbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodbye
I know my train a-comin' I can hear it drawing nigh
Wont you tell the old conductor where it is I'd like to stop
Where the little stream of whiskey come a-runnin' down the rock.
We rode the rods together, we travelled this world around
In ev'ry kind of weather boys, we slept out on the ground
Oh, pardner don't you miss that train that always makes its stop
Where the little stream of whiskey comes runnin' down the rock.
Won't you tell my girl in Danville not to worry at all
I'm goin' to that country where I won't have to work at all
No I won't have to wash my overalls nor even change my socks
And the little stream of whiskey come a-runnin' down the rock.
I'm going to that better land where everything is right
Where the handouts grow on bushes and they sleep out every night
No I won't have to wash my overalls or even change my socks
And the little stream of whiskey come a-runnin' down the rock.
Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day
In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay
His friends gathered round him with a low and drooping head
Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said.
