Coll. by Max Hunter Dubbed by M.C. Parler
Herbert Philbrick Croker, Mo.
Oct. 28, 1959
Reel 347, Item 5 The Western Water Tank
It was a western water tank On a cold December day,
And empty boxcar tood on the track Where a dying hobo lay.
A comrade sat beside him
And a long and drooping head (?)
Listening . . .
To what that hobo said.
I am going, said the hobo
To a round-up fair and bright
Always warm and sunshine
And you sleep out o' doors at nights
Hand-outs grow on the bushes,
People don't wear no socks,
And the whiskey comes a-flowing Through the crevice of the rock.
Tell my sweetheart in Chicago When her face you first see,
Here in an empty boxcar,
I'm . . .
Tell her not to weep for me When Her no more I'll Go to join the angels Where a hobo no more works.
It's beefsteak when I'm hungry Whiskey when I'm dry Money when I'm hard-up Heaven when I die Beefsteak when I'm hungry Whiskey when I'm dry Money when I'm hard-up And heaven when I die.
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