Here's the Charlie Poole version:

MILWAUKEE BLUES

One Tuesday morning and it looked like rain
Round the curve come a passenger train,
On the blind sat old Bill Jones,
He's a good old hobo and he's tryin' to get home,
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 Georgia on a tramp
Roads get muddy and the leaves get damp,
I gotta get a freight train to leave this town
'Cos they don't 'low no hobos a-hangin' around,
Hangin' around,
Yes, a-hangin' around,
'Cos they don't 'low no hobos a-hangin' around.

I left Atlanta one morning fore day,
The brakeman said you have to pay,
Got no money but I'll pawn my shoes,
I wanna go with you, got the Milwaukee blues,
I got the Milwaukee blues,
Got the Milwaukee blues,
I wanna go with you, got the Milwaukee blues.

Old Bill Jones said before he died,
Fixed the road so hobos could ride,
When they ride they will ride the rods,
Put all their trust in the hands of God,
In the hands of God,
In the hands of God,
They'll put all their trust in the hands of God,

Old Bill Jones said before he died,
There's two more roads he'd like to ride,
Fireman says what can it be?
Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe,
Santa Fe,
Yes, Santa Fe,
Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe.

As sung by Charlie Poole on County LP 516 "The Legend of Charlie Poole".