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DYING HOBO, THE (Traditional - Based on the 19th Century poem "Bingen On The Rhine") Burnett & Rutherford (Titled "Little Stream Of Whiskey") - 1926 Kelly Harrell - 1926 Travis B. Hale & E. J. Derry, Jr. - 1927 Arthur Fields - 1928 McMichen-Layne String Orch. - 1928 Dick Justice (Titled "One Cold December Day") - 1929 Roy Harvey & Earl Shirkey - 1929 As recorded by ARTHUR FIELDS: Beside a Western water tank one cold December day Inside an empty boxcar, a dying hobo lay His partner stood beside him with a low and bowed down head Listening to the last words that the dying hobo said I am going to a better land where everything is bright Where handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night And you never have to work at all, and never change your socks And the little streams of whiskey come trickling down the rocks Tell all the boys in Frisco town my trade is almost due Tell them I caught a fast train and I'm going straight on through Yes, tell them not to weep for me, no tears in my eyes must blur I'm going to a better land where they hate the word called work Oh! hark, I hear the whistling, I'll catch her on the fly Just one more scoop of beer I'd like, once more before I die Then the hobo stopped, his head fell back, he'd sung his last refrain And his partner took his hat and shoes and caught the Eastbound train (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2013) ******************** As recorded by RICHARD BURNETT & LEONARD RUTHERFORD under the title "Little Stream Of Whiskey": Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day In a cold and lonely boxcar, a dying hobo lay His pal sat there beside him with a low and drooping head Listening to the last words his dying buddy said "Partner, old partner, I must say goodbye I hear that train a-coming and I know it's getting nigh Will you tell that old conductor just where I want to stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks We've rode the rods together, we've rambled all around In every kind of weather, we've slept out on the ground Partner, don't you miss the train that always makes the stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks Tell my girl in Danville she need not worry at all I'm going to that country where I won't have to work at all I won't have to wash my overalls or even change my socks Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks I'm going to that better place where everything is right Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night I won't have to jump another train or work another job Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks I hear the fast mail coming, I'll catch it by and by Oh, gal of mine, oh, gal of mine, it ain't so hard to die" His head fell back and his eyes fell in as he breathed his last refrain His partner swiped his shoes and socks and hopped the Eastbound train (Contributed by Mel Priddle - January 2013)

    


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