Hobo Blues

Look out, you hobos, I want you all to hear
Story was told 'bout a brave engineer
I know Mr. Jones was the rider's name
Talk it, the heavyweight wheelman with the marvelous frame

Mr Jones was a man, you know
Believed in good times and always had the dough
"Why don't you hobos be like me
Have you a goodlookin' woman, let your Crow Janes be?"

Walked in the shed just about five o'clock
He told his fireman, "Get the boilers hot"
Fireman says, "Yes, Jones, we oughta been gone
I know I feel like ridin' if it's all night long"

Just as the fireman got his load
Then the conductor hollered "All aboard!"
Yonder come another hobo, runnin' with his beer
Cryin', "Sweet Mr. Jones, don't you leave me here"

On this train sat Miss Alice Frye
"I'm gonna ride Mr. Jones' train or die
I ain't good-lookin', but I takes my time
I'm a ramblin' rider, I got a ramblin' mind"

Jones says now, "I don't feel right
Dream't my gal was talkin' to a man last night
Quick as you get enough steam let's ride
I got the L & N blues and can't be satisfied!"

The last place I gettin' to sing this song
Hobos got 'rested last Sunday morn
The judge told me I'd better leave town
Doggone my black soul, I'm Alabama bound