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

[Verse 2]
He knew every rail he knew every tie
He knew every water tank that he passed by
And everywhere he went they called him poor hobo
He lived a lonesome life his name was Lonesome Joe

[Verse 3]
He knew every house and he knew every door
Where they would give a hand to a poor hobo
He would tip his hat in the nicest way
And then he'd bow real low in the most graceful way

[Verse 4]
He'd eat a country ham and he'd enjoy the fat
He'd take a hard boiled egg and put it in his hat
He'd ask to mow your lawn in a tone of woe
You know he'd never work this lonesome poor hobo

[Verse 5]
His shoes were always worn sometimes they wouldn't match
His hat was always flopped his clothes were always patched
He had the finest watch on the finest chain
He'd keep the closest time on the fastest train
[Verse 6]
I've seen him catch a freight the best in the land
I've seen him grab a train with a sandwich in his hand
He saw all the world but never made no dough
And died a happy man his name was Lonesome Joe