Cat. #0419 (MFH #145) - As sung by Mr. Herbert Philbreck, Crocker, Missouri on October 28, 1959
VERSE 1
It was at a western water tank
On a cold December day
Empty boxcar stood on th track
Where a dying hobo lay
Comrade stood beside him
With long and a dripping tears
Listening most feverently
To what that hobo said
CHORUS:
I am going, said th hobo
To a land that's fair and bright
Always warm an' sunshine
Well, I'll sleep out doors at night
An' I'll stroll th bushes
People don't wear no socks
An' th whiskey comes a flowing
Through th crevis of th rocks
VERSE 2
Tell my sweetheart, in Chicago
When her face you first see
In an empty boxcar
I'm coming right straight through
Tell 'er not to grieve for me
For her, no more I'll serve
Goin' to join th angels
Where th hobo never works
VERSE 3
It's, beefsteak when I'm hungry
Whiskey when I'm dry
Money when I'm hard up
Well, heaven when I die
It's, beefsteak when I'm hungry
Whiskey when I'm dry
Money when I'm hard up
Well, heaven when I die