Late last Tuesday come a shower of rain
Out of the spurs come an old freight train
Riding that train was old Bill Jones
Good old hobo trying to get home
Just trying to get home
Just trying to get home
He's a good old hobo trying to get home
I went down to Georgia, baby, on a tramp
You know, the road was getting muddy and the leaves getting damp
And I had to catch a freight train leaving the town
Don't want their hobos hanging around
Not hanging around
Not hanging around
Well, they don't want their hobos hanging around
I left Atlanta 'bout early that day
And the brakeman said, "You're gonna have to pay."
Well, I had no money so I pawned my shoes
I wanna go west, I got the Milwaukee blues
I got the Milwaukee blues
Got the Milwaukee blues
Well, I wanna go west, I got the Milwaukee blues
Old Bill Jones, he said before he died
"Fix the road so us bums can ride."
When we ride, you know, we're riding the rods
Putting our trust in the hands of God
In the hands of God
In the hands of God
We're putting our trust in the hands of God
Old Bill Jones, he said before he died
"Two more drinks I'd like to try."
Everybody wonders what drinks it could be
Cold glass of water and a cup of tea
It was a cup of tea
Was a cup of tea
Was a cold glass of water and a cup of tea
Late last Tuesday come a shower of rain
Around the curve come an old freight train
Riding that train was old Bill Jones
Good old hobo trying to get home
Just trying to get home
Just trying to get home
He's a good old hobo trying to get home
Good old hobo trying to get home
Good old hobo trying to get home
Good old hobo trying to get home
