All around the water tank, waitin' for a train A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain I walked up to the brakeman, just to give him a line of talk He said if you've got money, I'll see that you don't walk I haven't got a nickel, not a penny to my name Get off, get off you railroad bum, and he slammed the boxcar door He put me off in Texas, the place I dearly love Wide open spaces all around me, the moon and stars up above Nobody seemed to want me, or lend me a helping hand I'm on my way from Frisco, I'm going back to Dixie land Though my pocket book is empty, and my heart is full of pain I'm a thousand miles away from home, waiting for a train
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