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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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