The wild, western hobo

Who left his happy home

Started upon a western trip

All by himself alone

Upon this western trip

Going to have lots of fun

But upon this western trip

This is the song he sung

I stepped up on a platform

Smoking a cheap cigar

Waiting to catch a freight train

To catch an empty car

I buttoned my coat up closely

Walked on down the track

I caught the steps of a sleeper car

I never did look back

My pocketbook is empty

My heart is filled with pain

10, 000 miles away from home

Hoboing an old freight train

Oh-ah-lay-ee