Rambling Hobo

作词:Arthel Lane Watson

作曲:Arthel Lane Watson

所属专辑:The Vanguard Years

歌词

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作词 : Watson

Rambling Hobo

Doc Watson

Just a mile west of the water tankon a cold

November day.

In a cold and lonesome box car

A dyin hobo lay

His pal sat there before himwith a low and drooping headlistening to the last wordshis dying buddy said

Goodbye old pardner hobo

I hate to say goodbyebut

I hear my train a comin&

I know shes getting nigh

Gonna tell that old conductor

Just when

I'm gonna stop

Where the little stream of watercomes tumblin down the rock

We rode the rocks togetherwe rambled all around

In every kind of weatherwe slept out on the ground

Oh pardner don't you miss that trainthat always makes a stopwhere the little stream of watercomes tumblin down the rock

Would you tell my girl from

Danvillethat she need not worry a tall

I'm a goin to that countrywhere

I won't have to work at all

No I wll not have to work thereor never change my sockswhere the little stream of watercomes tumblin down the rocks

I'm a goin to that better placewhere everything is right

Where handouts grow on bushesand they sleep out every night

I won't have to wash my overhaulsor never change my socks

Where the little stream of water

Comes tumblin down the rocks

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