My daddy sung this song to me as a lullaby,in the 1960s, and to my sisters in the 50's but with these words

Beside a western water tank one bright and sunny day,
Beside an open boxcar, a dyin' hobo lay.
His partner knelt beside him with low and drooping head
To listen to the very last words the dying hobo said.

"I'm goin'," said the hobo, "to a land so fair and bright,
The climate is so healthy the pigs stay out all night,
And handouts grow on bushes and people never wash their socks,
And little streams of whiskey come twinkling down the rocks.

"Now tell my girl in Denver whose face I hardly knew,
That I have caught the eastbound train and I'll be coming through."
His head fell back and his eyes fell shut as he breathed his last refrain.
His partner stole his shoes and socks and caught the eastbound train.