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Just a Gmile west of the water tank on a cold November Cday
In a Ccold and lonesome Gboxcar a D7dyin' hobo lay
His Gpal sat there before him with a low and drooping Chead
Listenin' to the Glast words his D7dyin' buddy Gsaid.
GoodGbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodCbye
But I Chear my train a-Gcomin' and I D7know she's a-getting nigh
Gonna Gtell that old conductor just where I want to Cstop
Where the little stream of Gwhiskey comes D7flowing down the Grocks.
We Grode the rods together, we've rambled all aCround
In Cev'ry kind of Gweather, we D7slept out on the ground
Oh, Gpardner don't you miss that train that always makes the Cstop
Where the little stream of Gwhiskey comes D7flowing down the Grocks.
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Would you Gtell my girl in Danville that she need not to worry at Call
I'm a-Cgoin' to that Gcountry where I D7won't have to work a-tall
No I Gwill not have to work there nor even change my Csocks
And the little stream of Gwhiskey comes D7flowing down the Grocks.
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I'm Ga-goin' to that better place where ever'thing is Cright
Where the Chandouts grow on Gbushes and D7they sleep out ever' night
Won't Ghave to wash my overhauls nor even change my Csocks
And the little stream of Gwhiskey comes D7flowing down the Grocks. C G D7 G
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