The Western Hobo

A wild and reckless hobo
Who left his happy home
Started upon a western trip
All by himself alone
Upon this western trip
We’re going to have lots of fun
But upon this western trip
This is the song he sung
I stepped up on the platform
Smoking a cheap cigar
Waiting to catch a freight train
To catch an empty car
I buttoned my coat up closely
Walked off down the track
I caught the steps of a sleeper car
I never did look back
They put me off at Danville
Got stuck on a Danville girl
You bet your life, she’s out of sight
She wore those Danville curls
She wore her hat on the back of her head
Like high-toned people do
If the western train pulls through this town
I’ll bid that girl adieu
My pocketbook is empty
My heart is filled with pain
10,000 miles away from home
Hoboing an old freight train