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Rambling Hobo (Live) - Doc Watson
Just a mile west of the water tank
On a cold November day

In a cold and lonesome box car
A dyin hobo lay

His pal sat there before him
With a low and drooping head

Listening to the last words
His dying buddy said

Goodbye old pardner hobo
I hate to say goodbye

But I hear my train a comin
And I know she's getting nigh

Gonna tell that old conductor
Just when I'm gonna stop

Where the little stream of water
Comes tumblin down the rock

We rode the rocks together
We rambled all around

In every kind of weather

We slept out on the ground
Oh pardner don't you miss that train

That always makes a stop

Where the little stream of water
Comes tumblin down the rock

Would you tell my girl from Danville

That she need not worry a tall

I'm a goin to that country
Where I won't have to work at all

No I wll not have to work there
Or never change my socks

Where the little stream of water
Comes tumblin down the rocks

I'm a goin to that better place
Where everything is right

Where handouts grow on bushes
And they sleep out every night

I won't have to wash my overhauls
Or never change my socks

Where the little stream of water
Comes tumblin down the rocks