Just a mile west of the water tank
On a cold November day
In a cold and lonesome boxcar
A dyin' hobo lay
His pal sat there before him
With a low and a drooping head
Listenin' to the last words
His dyin' buddy said
Goodbye old partner hobo
I hate to say goodbye
But I hear my train a'coming
And I know she's a getting nigh
Gonna tell that old conductor
Just where I want to stop
Where the little stream of whiskey
Comes flowing down the rock
We rode the rods together
We rambled all around
In every kind of weather
We slept out on the ground
Oh, partner, don't you miss that train
That always makes a stop
Where the little stream of whiskey
Comes flowing down the rock
Would you tell my girl in Danville
That she need not to worry at all
I'm a'going to that country
Where I won't have to work at all
No, I will not have to work there
No, I never change my socks
And the little stream of whiskey
Comes flowing down the rock
I'm a'going to that better place
Where everything is right
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And they sleep out every night
I won't have to wash my overalls
Nor even change my socks
And the little stream of whiskey
Comes tumbling down the rock
