Little Stream Of Whiskey

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[Verse 1]
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Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day
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In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay
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His pal sat there before him with a low and drooping head
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Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said.


[Verse 2]
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Goodbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodbye
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But I hear my train a-comin' and I know she's a-getting nigh
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Gonna tell that old conductor just where I want to stop
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Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


[Verse 3]
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We rode the rods together, we've rambled all around
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In ev'ry kind of weather, we slept out on the ground
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Oh, pardner don't you miss that train that always makes the stop
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Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


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[Verse 4]
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Would you tell my girl in Danville that she need not to worry at all
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I'm a-goin' to that country where I won't have to work a-tall
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No I will not have to work there nor even change my socks
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And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


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[Verse 5]
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I'm a-goin' to that better place where ever'thing is right
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Where the handouts grow on bushes and they sleep out ever' night
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Won't have to wash my overhauls nor even change my socks
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And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.