MILWAUKEE
BLUES
One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain, round the curve come a passenger train
On the blind sat old Bill Jones, he's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home
Tryin' to get home, he's tryin' to get home, 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 ( also known as Jay Gould's Daughter)
One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain, round the curve come a passenger train
On the blind sat old Bill Jones, he's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home
Tryin' to get home, he's tryin' to get home, 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 ( also known as Jay Gould's Daughter)
1 comment:
What a great song! Not quite as good as the way you play it pops!
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