Cat. #0337 (MFH #145) - As sung by George Lay, Fayetteville, Arkansas on May 23, 1959
VERSE 1
On a east bound freight train
One cold December day
Beneath a flying boxcar
Th dying hobo lay
VERSE 2
His comrades stood beside him
And his hat was in his hand
For he knew that his ole buddy
Was going to a distant land
VERSE 3
Go tell, my gal in Frisco
No longer will I roam
I've caught the east bound freight train
And I'm on my way, back home
VERSE 4
I'm goin' to a better land
Where you don't have to change your socks
Where beer and foam
Come trickl'n out'a th rocks
VERSE 5
Dying hobo raised his head
And he breathed his last breath
His comrade stole his coat and hat
And kept on headin' west