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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 dying 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 coming
And I know she's getting night
Gonna tell that old conductor
Just when I'm won't stop
Where the little stream of whisky
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 whisky
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 will not have to work there
Or never change my socks
And the little stream of whisky
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 even change my socks
And the little stream of whisky
Comes tumblin' down the rocks