Charlie Poole with the North Carolina Ramblers

Charlie Poole with the North Carolina Ramblers - Milwaukee Blues lyrics

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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
Hangin' around, hangin' around
'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
The Milwaukee blues, the Milwaukee blues
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
In the hands of God, in the hands of God
They 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
Santa Fee, the Santa Fee
Southern Pacific and the Santa Fee
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