- cifra
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 â€~Frisco
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 waiting for a train
