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Song Name: Little Stream of Whiskey By: Old Folk Song
Posted By: Pulp Difficulty: Beginner
Key: Any Genre: General
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2010-01-18 03:01:53 Modified: 2010-01-18 16:01:09
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Song: The Little Stream of Whiskey (The Dyin' Hobo)

1.
Just a mi-le west of the wat-er tank 
  5 4d 4  4   5   6   6   7  7    8

on a cold No-vem-ber day
8d 8d 7    7  7  6d   7

In a cold and lone-some box-car
 6 6d 7    7    7   6d   6   5    

a dy-in' ho-bo lay
6 6d 4d  4d 5   4d

His pal sat there be-fore him 
 5   4   4    5   6   7    8

with a low and droop ing head
 8d  8d 7   7    7   6d   7

List-nin' to the last words 
  7   7   7   6d  6    5

his dy-in' bud-dy said.
 4  4d 5d   5  4d   4

2.
Goodbye old pardner hobo, 
I hate to say goodbye.
But I hear my train a-comin', 
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 rocks.

3.
We rode the rods together, 
we've rambled all around.
In ev'ry kind of weather, 
we slept out on the ground.
Oh, pardner don't you miss that train, 
that always makes the stop.
Where the little stream of whiskey,
comes flowing down the rocks.

4.
Would you tell my girl in Danville,
that she need not to worry at all.
I'm a-goin' to that country, 
where I won't have to work a-tall.
No I will not have to work there, 
nor even change my socks.
And the little stream of whiskey, 
comes flowing down the rocks.

5.
I'm a-goin' to that better place, 
where ever'thing is right.
Where the handouts grow on bushes, 
and they sleep out ever' night.
Won't have to wash my overhalls, 
nor even change my socks.
And the little stream of whiskey
Comes flowing down the rocks.

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