The wild and reckless hobo who left his happy home,
started upon a western trip all by himself alone.
Upon this western trip we're going to have lots of fun,
but upon this western trip this is the song he sung.
I stepped upon a platform smoking a cheap cigar,
waiting to catch a freight train to catch an empty car.
I buttoned my coat up closely and walked on down the track,
I caught the steps of a sleeper car, I never did look back.
My pocket book is empty, my heart is filled with pain,
ten thousand miles away from home hoboing an old freight train.