Little Stream of Whiskey 
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Just a mile west of the water tank
on a cold November day,
in a cold and lonely boxcar a dying hobo lay.
His pal sat there beside him
with a low and drooping head
listening to the last words
his dying buddy said.

"Partner, old partner.
I must say goodbye.
I hear that train a-coming
and I know it's getting nigh.
Will you tell that old conductor
just where I want to stop
where the little stream of whiskey
comes trickling down the rocks?

"We've rode the rods together,
we've rambled all around.
In every kind of weather
we've slept out on the ground.
Partner don't you miss the train
that always makes the stop
where the little stream of whiskey
comes trickling down the rocks.

"Tell my girl in Danville
she need not worry at all.
I'm going to that country
where I won't have to work at all.
I won't have to wash my overalls
or even change my socks
where the little stream of whiskey
comes trickling down the rocks.

"I'm going to that better place
where everything is right,
where the handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night.
I won't have to jump another train
or work another job
where the little stream of whiskey
comes trickling down the rocks.

"I hear the fast mail coming.
I'll catch it bye and bye.
Oh gal of mine, oh gal of mine,
it ain't so hard to die."
His head fell back and his eyes fell in
as he breathed his last refrain.
His partner swiped his shoes and socks
and hopped the eastbound train.
 

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