(Rodgers)

All around the water tower, waiting for a train.

A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain.

I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line of talk,

He said if you've got money, I'll see that you don't walk.

Well, I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show.

Get off, get off, you railroad bum, and he slammed that boxcar door.



Well, he put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love.

The wide open spaces all round me, the moon and stars up above.

Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand.

I'm on my way from 'Frisco, going back to Dixieland.

My pocketbook is empty, my heart is full of pain.

I'm a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train.