Lonesome Joe

G D G G There once lived a man, he came from Mexico D G They called him poor hobo, his name was Lonesome Joe G He would ride the blinds, ride the rods below D G The cinders from the freight had scarred his face you know G He knew every rail, he knew every tie D He knew every water tank that he passed by G And everywhere he went they called him poor hobo D G He lived a lonesome life, his name was Lonesome Joe G D G D G G He knew every house and every store D G Where they would give a hand to a poor hobo G He would tip his hat in the nicest way D G And he'd bow real low in a graceful way G He'd eat a country ham and enjoy the fat D He'd take a hard boiled egg and put it in his hat G He'd ask to mow your lawn in a tone of woe D G You know he'd never work this lonesome poor hobo G D G D G D G D G G His shoes were always worn, sometimes they wouldn't match D G His hat was always flopped, his clothes were always patched G He had the finest watch on the finest chain D G He'd keep the closest time on the fastest train G I've seen him catch a freight, the best in the land D I've seen him grab a freight, a sandwich in his hand G He saw all the world but never made no dough D G He died a happy man his name was Lonesome Joe G D G