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The Dying Hobo
Taken down by L. A. Madison, an insurance agent, Kingman, Maine, 1914, who writes to the editor concerning the source: "I was in a lumber camp one evening four years past and there was one of the drifters of the world came in and recited the enÂclosed. I took it down in shorthand and when I got home I made a number of copies. He did not know who the author was, he picked it up in the northern lumber camps years ago." The song seems to be widely current. Professor J. H. Cox has found it in West Virginia.
1 Beside a western water tank
One cold November day, Inside an empty box car A dying Hobo lay.
2 His partner stood beside him
With low and drooping head And listened to the last words The dying Hobo said:
3 "I'm going to a better land,
Where everything is bright, Where longnecks grow on bushes, And you sleep out every night;
4 " Where you do not have to work at all,
Nor even change your socks, And little streams of alcohol Come twinkling down the rocks. |
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