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Charlie Poole - Milwaukee Blues lyrics
One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain Around the curve come a passenger train. On the fly said old Bill Jones He’s a good old hobo and he’s tryin’ to get home. He’s tryin’ to get home He’s tryin’ to get home He’s a good old hobo and he’s tryin’ to get home. Way down in Georgy on a tramp The roads are getting’ muddy and the leaves are getting’ damp Gotta catch a freight train to leave this town Cause they don’t allow no hobo’s a’ hangin’ around Just a’ hangin’ around Just a’ hangin’ around They don’t allow no hobo’s a’ hangin’ around I left Atlanta one morning ‘fore day The brakeman said, “You have to pay” I’ve got no money but I’ll pawn my shoes I’ve gotta go west I’ve got the Milwaukee Blues Got the Milwaukee Blues Got the Milwaukee Blues I’ve gotta go west I’ve got the Milwaukee Blues Old Bill Jones said before he died, “Let’s fix the roads so the ‘bos can ride. When they ride they ride the rod And put all their trust in the hands of god.” In the hands of god In the hands of god And put all their trust in the hands of god.” Old Bill Jones said before he died, There’s two more roads he like to ride, The fireman said,”What can it be?” The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe The Santa Fe The Santa Fe The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe |
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