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.