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16 May 01 - 12:13 PM (#463859) Subject: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: GUEST,ando coustic Legend has it that a sixth verse exists detailing the surviving hobo's act of stealing his dead buddy's boots. Anybody know about the verse? |
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16 May 01 - 01:19 PM (#463940) Subject: Lyr Add: THE LITTLE STREAM OF WHISKEY From: Sorcha I found a whole 'nother version slightly different from what's in the DT that has that verse: LITTLE STREAM OF WHISKEY D / / / | G / D / | G / D / | E / A / D / / / | G / D / | G / D / | A / D / 1. Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day, In a cold and lonely boxcar, a dying hobo lay. His pal sat there beside him with a low and drooping head, Listening to the last words his dying buddy said. 2. "Partner, old partner, I must say goodbye. I hear that train a-coming and I know it's getting nigh. Will you tell that old conductor just where I want to stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks? 3. "We've rode the rods together. we've rambled all around. In every kind of weather, we've slept out on the ground. Partner, don't you miss the train that always makes the stop Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks. 4. "Tell my girl in Danville she need not worry at all. I'm going to that country where I won't have to work at all. I won't have to wash my overalls or even change my socks Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks. 5. "I'm going to that better place where everything is right, Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night. I won't have to jump another train or work another job Where the little stream of whiskey comes trickling down the rocks. 6. "I hear the fast mail coming. I'll catch it by and by. Oh, gal of mine, oh, gal of mine, it ain't so hard to die." His head fell back and his eyes fell in as he breathed his last refrain. His partner swiped his shoes and socks and hopped the eastbound train. I neglected to copy the address where I found it, so I'll go back and get it, next post, OK |
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16 May 01 - 01:20 PM (#463944) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: Sorcha Source: http://home.att.net/~minstrelmike/songs/little_stream_of_whiskey.html |
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18 May 01 - 12:54 PM (#465658) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: Ando Coustic that's it! thanks for all your help; sorry about the double posting; I'm new to the Mudcat. |
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18 May 01 - 01:01 PM (#465665) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: MMario AC - no problem...it takes anyone time to get up to speed in a new situation. Have you read through our MudCat FAQ and Newcomer's Guide it's got a lot of stuff in it we tend to take for granted...and forget to tell newcomers. |
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18 May 01 - 08:54 PM (#465976) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: dying hobo From: Joe Offer Copied from another thread. -Joe Offer- Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the dying hobo From: mousethief Date: 18-May-01 - 11:16 AM Well in the version in the DigiTrad (our local folk/blues database here at Mudcat) the partner steals the coat and hat (click here for lyrics). A page at the Owen Sound Marine and Rail Museum gives the final line as having the partner stealing his coat and boots instead of his coat and hat. I'm not having any luck finding a 6-verse version, though. Sorry! Alex |
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18 May 01 - 11:24 PM (#466047) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: toadfrog As my mother used to sing it, the song ended with this verse: Oh, hark! I hear a whistle, I must catch it on the fly! Good bye my dear old comarade, It's not so hard to die! And thus he made his last remarks and ceased to feel the pain. His comrade hocks his shoes and socks and hopped the outbound train. |
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19 May 01 - 12:21 AM (#466076) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: Louie Roy Sorcha most of the verses you posted are the same as the Big Rock Candy Mountain |
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19 May 01 - 12:08 PM (#466255) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: Sorcha Louie, HUH? Not the Big Rock Candy Mtn I know, nor any of the ones in the DT.......what do you mean? |
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20 May 01 - 01:04 AM (#466662) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: toadfrog No, they are different from Big rock etc., but there are approximately one gazillion songs that have a remarkable family resemblance, all romancicising the hobo. Another example is Clique I think that is what Loui Roy means. And I've heard another one (from a real living, breathing, hobo, not a folksinger) called something like "Hobo Bill" (Not "Railroad Bill"). And one sort of wonders if they all are descended from a common ancestor. |
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24 Nov 08 - 08:17 PM (#2500843) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the fate of the dyin' hobo's shoes From: GUEST,zsawyer We found this song in an old song book about 60 years ago. This is how I remember it. There may have been other verses, but these are the ones we sang. We made up our own music and sang it often. (We couldn't read music then.) I've always wondered what the tune was. If you have it, I would love to get the music. Out by a western water tower on a cold December day, In an open boxcar a dying hobo lay. His partner lay beside him with a low and drooping head, Listening to the last words the dying hobo said. "Go tell my girl in dreamland, her face no more I'll view. I hear that train a-comin', and I'm goin' too. I'm goin'," said the hobo, "to a land that's fair and bright, Where the climate is so healthy that the pigs stay out all night. "Where handouts grow on bushes, and people never change their socks, And little drops of whiskey, come trickling down the rocks." His head fell back his eyes fell in as he breathed his last refrain His partner stole his socks and shoes and caught that westbound train. |
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22 Mar 11 - 09:44 PM (#3119466) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Little Stream of Whiskey From: GUEST,Kathy 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. |
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23 Mar 11 - 08:00 AM (#3119653) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Little Stream of Whiskey From: kendall I used to sing this one, it's also a good one to throw in a bit of picking. |
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24 Mar 11 - 08:37 PM (#3120835) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Little Stream of Whiskey From: Jim Dixon Burnett & Rutherford recorded LITTLE STREAM OF WHISKEY on Nov. 6, 1926 and it was released as a 78 rpm record, Columbia 15133D b/w SHORT LIFE OF TROUBLE. That would be Richard D. Burnett & Leonard Rutherford. |
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25 Mar 11 - 12:21 AM (#3120912) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Little Stream of Whiskey From: Mark Ross This is also known as THE DYING HOBO. Mark Ross |
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07 Oct 11 - 09:21 AM (#3235292) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Little Stream of Whiskey From: GUEST My father used to sing this around the campfire in the Poconos when I was a child (1955 on) I don't remember all the words however it said: My father's name is Moses My mother was a ....... (then it went on to say) Where people never washed their socks And little streams of whiskey came trickling down the rocks if you have the words please send to patdull@hotmail.com |