All around the water tank, a-waiting for a train A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain Well, I walked up to a brakeman, to give him a line of talk He said, 'If you got money, I'll see that you don't walk' Well, I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show 'Get off, get off, you railroad bum,' and he slammed the boxcar door Well, they put me off in Texas; a state I dearly love The wide open spaces all around me And the moon and the stars up above Well, no one seems to want me, or lend me a helping hand I'm on my way from Fresco; I'm going back to Dixieland Oh, my pocketbook is empty, and my heart is full of pain I'm a thousand miles away from home, just a-waiting for a train