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[Verse 1]
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There once lived a man, he came from Mexico
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They called him poor hobo, his name was Lonesome Joe
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He would ride the blinds, ride the rods below
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The cinders from the freight had scarred his face you know


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He knew every rail, he knew every tie
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He knew every water tank that he passed by
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And everywhere he went they called him poor hobo
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He lived a lonesome life, his name was Lonesome Joe


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[Verse 2]
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He knew every house and every store
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Where they would give a hand to a poor hobo
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He would tip his hat in the nicest way
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And he'd bow real low in a graceful way


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He'd eat a country ham and enjoy the fat
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He'd take a hard boiled egg and put it in his hat
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He'd ask to mow your lawn in a tone of woe
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You know he'd never work this lonesome poor hobo


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[Verse 3]
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His shoes were always worn, sometimes they wouldn't match
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His hat was always flopped, his clothes were always patched
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He had the finest watch on the finest chain
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He'd keep the closest time on the fastest train


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I've seen him catch a freight, the best in the land
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I've seen him grab a freight, a sandwich in his hand
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He saw all the world but never made no dough
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He died a happy man his name was Lonesome Joe