Another Day, Another Town

My dusty feet have kicked the stones

Between a thousand railroad ties

From Boston down to New Orleans

I left the girls a cryin’

But I’ve still got some ramblin’ in me

Got some miles left on my shoes.

And before I take a job again,

I’ll have to be low down cryin’ in the blues 

So it’s goodbye, baby, the whistle is a blowin’

If I (we) miss the train, I’ll (we’ll) have to stay around.

But as long as those railroad tracks go on unending,

I’ll be off to another day in another town. 

You I’ll (We’ll) be off to another day in another town. 

Say you’d like to ramble with me,

This ain’t no life for a girl,

Too many people out to get you in a hobo’s world

And it gets mighty cold when you’re on the road,

Cause a boxcar never was a home,

But you could join me if you want,

I'm getting mighty tired of bein' alone