Play that sorry.
All around the water tank, waitin' for a train.
A thousand miles away from home, sleepin' in the rain.
I walked up to a brakeman to give him a line of talk.
He said, if you've got money, I'll see that you don't walk.
Well, I haven't got a nickel, not a penny can I show.
He said, get off you railroad bum, and he slammed the boxcar door.
He said, deodorant, deodorant, deodorant.
Thank you, Kate.
That's her own girl.
Silted, well he put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love.
Wide open spaces all around me, the moon and the stars above.
Nobody seems to want me, or to lend me a helping hand.
I'm on my way from Frisco, I'm going back to Dixieland.
Well, my pocketbook is empty, and my heart is full of pain.
I'm a thousand miles away from home, waitin' for the train.
Deodorant, deodorant, deodorant.
Deodorant, deodorant, deodorant.