Little Stream Of Whiskey

Intro verse 1 Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay His pal sat there before him with a low and drooping head Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said. verse 2 Goodbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodbye But I hear my train a-comin' and I know she's a-getting nigh Gonna tell that old conductor just where I want to stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. verse 3 We rode the rods together, we've rambled all around In ev'ry kind of weather, we slept out on the ground Oh, pardner don't you miss that train that always makes the stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. Instrumental verse 4 Would you tell my girl in Danville that she need not to worry at all I'm a-goin' to that country where I won't have to work a-tall No I will not have to work there nor even change my socks And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. Instrumental Verse 5 I'm a-goin' to that better place where ever'thing is right Where the handouts grow on bushes and they sleep out ever' night Won't have to wash my overhauls nor even change my socks And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.