Charlie Poole with the North Carolina Ramblers
Charlie Poole with the North Carolina Ramblers - Milwaukee Blues lyrics
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D One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain A7 Round the curve come a passenger train D On the blind sat old Bill Jones D A7 D He's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home G D Tryin' to get home, he's tryin' to get home D A7 D 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