One May morning it began to rain
Out of the mist came a passenger train
On the boxcar came a hobo, John
He's a good old hobo, but he's dead and gone
But he's dead and gone, but he's dead and gone
He's a good old hobo, but he's dead and gone
Jay Gould's daughter said, before she died
"There's two more roads that I'd like to ride"
"Tell me, daughter, what can it be?"
"It's the southern California on the Santa Fee"
On the Santa Fee, on the Santa Fee
It's the southern California on the Santa Fee
Jay Gould's daughter said, before she died
"There's two more drinks that I'd like to try"
"Tell me, daughter, what can it be?"
"It's a cold cup of coffee and a glass of tea"
And a glass of tea, and a glass of tea
It's a cold cup of coffee and a glass of tea
