Look out, you hobos, I want you all to hear Story was told bout a brave engineer I know Mr. Jones was the riders name Talk it, the heavyweight wheelman with the marvelous frame Mr Jones was a man, you know Believed in good times and always had the dough Why dont you hobos be like me Have you a goodlookin woman, let your Crow Janes be? Walked in the shed just about five oclock He told his fireman, Get the boilers hot Fireman says, Yes, Jones, we oughta been gone I know I feel like ridin if its all night long Just as the fireman got his load Then the conductor hollered All aboard! Yonder come another hobo, runnin with his beer Cryin, Sweet Mr. Jones, dont you leave me here On this train sat Miss Alice Frye Im gonna ride Mr. Jones train or die I aint goodlookin, but I takes my time Im a ramblin rider, I got a ramblin mind Jones says now, I dont feel right Dreamt my gal was talkin to a man last night Quick as you get enough steam lets ride I got the L N blues and cant be satisfied! The last place I gettin to sing this song Hobos got rested last Sunday morn The judge told me Id better leave town Doggone my black soul, Im Alabama bound
jones, hobo, mr, fireman, goodlookin