Travelin' Blues

I was travelin' through South Americas
 Walked up to a lady's house
 Called her Grandma
 Didn't know her name, she give me something to eat
 Walked on down the road
 I heard a old train, getting off like this
 I heard a old bell ring, kinda like this
 I went on down, I heard an old whistle blow, I heard it saying
 Look a-yonder
 Look a-yonder
 At the women
 At the women
 I went on then, and begin to sing to the engineer
 Mr. Engineer, let a man ride the blinds
 Mr. Engineer, let a poor man ride the blinds
 Said, "I wouldn't mind it, fella
 But you know this train ain't mine"
 I begin to hear that old fella blow it long, sho'
 Here the way he blowed
 Then I begin to sing to him one more time
 You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer
 You're a cruel fireman, low-down engineer
 I'm trying' to hobo my way
 And you leave me standing' here
 Then I go along further and begin to sing "Poor Boy" to him
 Then he begin to smile in my face
 Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world
 Get up, fella, ride all 'round the world
 Poor boy, you ain't got no girl
 Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs
 How he wanted 'em fixed
 Hear him say
 Scrambled down
 Scrambled down
 Scrambled down
 Then I begin to hear him tell me about those cheese and eggs
 I hear him say
 Cheese
 Eggs
 Dinner
 Dinner
 Then I begin to hear him tell me about Emry
 I love you Emry, I love you true
 Love you, Emry, tell the world I do
 'Em