Milwaukee Blues

One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain
 Around the curve come a passenger train
 On the blind sat old Bill Jones
 A good old hobo and he's trying to get home
 Trying to get home, he's trying to get home
 He's a good old hobo and he's trying to get home
 Way down in Georgia on a tramp
 The roads are getting muddy and the leaves are getting damp
 I've got to catch a freight train and leave this town
 [Cause they don't allow no hobos a-hanging aroundHanging around, yes, a-hanging around]Cause they don't allow no hobos a-hanging around
 I left Atlanta one morning before day
 The brakeman said, "You'll have to pay"
 Got no money but I'll pawn my shoes
 I want to go west, I got the Milwaukee blues
 Got the Milwaukee blues, got the Milwaukee blues
 I want to go west, I got the Milwaukee blues
 Old Bill Jones said before he died,
 "Fix the roads so the 'bos can ride
 When they ride they will ride the rods
 Put all their trust in the hands of God
 In the hands of God, in the hands of God
 They'll put all their trust in the hands of God"
 Old Bill Jones said before he died
 There's two more roads he'd like to ride
 Fireman said "What can it be?"
 "Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe
 Santa Fe, yes, Santa Fe
 Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe"