Rambling Hobo Lyrics

	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

	zuo ci : 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

	zuò cí : 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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