Lyrics:
Just a mile west of the water tankOn a cold November dayIn a cold and lonesome box carA dyin hobo layHis pal sat there before himWith a low and drooping headListening to the last wordsHis dying buddy saidGoodbye old pardner hoboI hate to say goodbyeBut I hear my train a cominAnd I know shes getting nighGonna tell that old conductorJust when I'm gonna stopWhere the little stream of waterComes tumblin down the rockWe rode the rocks togetherWe rambled all aroundIn every kind of weatherWe slept out on the groundOh pardner don't you miss that trainThat always makes a stopWhere the little stream of waterComes tumblin down the rockWould you tell my girl from DanvilleThat she need not worry a tallI'm a goin to that countryWhere I won't have to work at allNo I wll not have to work thereOr never change my socksWhere the little stream of waterComes tumblin down the rocksI'm a goin to that better placeWhere everything is rightWhere handouts grow on bushesAnd they sleep out every nightI won't have to wash my overhaulsOr never change my socksWhere the little stream of waterComes tumblin down the rocks