Milwaukee Blues
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One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain
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Round the curve come a passenger train
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On the blind sat old Bill Jones
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He's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home
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Tryin' to get home, he's tryin' to get home
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He's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home
Way down in Georgia on a tramp
Roads are gettin' muddy and my legs are gettin' damp
I got to catch a freight train to leave this town
'Cause they don't allow no hobos a-hangin' around.
I left Atlanta one morning 'fore day
The brakeman said, "You'll have to pay."
Got no money but I pawned my shoes
I want to go west, got the Milwaukee blues
Old Bill Jones said before he died,
"Fix the roads so the folks can ride
When they ride they will ride the rods
Put all their trust in the hands of God.
Old Bill Jones said before he died
There's two more roads that he'd like to ride
Fireman said what can it be?
Southern Pacific and the Santa Fee.
From Charlie Poole
AKA: Jay Gould's Daughter
The blind is an enclosed box behind the coal car where crews sleep
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Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!