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 Ay-oh-lay-ee-oh, oh-lay-ee-ay Oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee 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 Ay-oh-lay-ee-oh, oh-lay-ee-ay Oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee My pocketbook is empty My heart is filled with pain 10, 000 miles away from home Hoboing an old freight train Ay-oh-lay-ee Ay-oh-lay-ee Oh-ah-lay-ee