All around the water tanks, waiting for a train
A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain
I walked up to a brakeman, to give him a line of talk
He says "If you've got money, I'll see that you don't walk"
I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum"; he slammed the boxcar door
He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love
The wide open spaces all around me, the moon and the stars up above
Nobody seems to want me, or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco, I'm going back to Dixieland
Though my pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train
