Western Hobo, The

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The wild western hobo who left his happy home
Started upon a western trip all by himself alone
Upon this western trip going to have lots of fun
But upon this western trip this is the song he sung

I stepped up on a platform smoking a cheap cigar
Waiting to catch a freight train to catch an empty car
I buttoned my coat up closely and walked on down the track
I caught the steps of a sleeper car I never did look back

My pocket book is empty my heart is filled with pain
Ten thousand miles away from home hoboing and old freight train