Little Stream Of Whiskey Chords

  			
Intro 
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verse 1 
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Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day 
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In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay 
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His pal sat there before him with a low and drooping head 
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Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said. 


verse 2 
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Goodbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodbye 
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But I hear my train a-comin' and I know she's a-getting nigh 
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Gonna tell that old conductor just where I want to stop 
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Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. 


verse 3 
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We rode the rods together, we've rambled all around 
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In ev'ry kind of weather, we slept out on the ground 
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Oh, pardner don't you miss that train that always makes the stop 
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Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. 


Instrumental 
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verse 4 
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Would you tell my girl in Danville that she need not to worry at all 
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I'm a-goin' to that country where I won't have to work a-tall 
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No I will not have to work there nor even change my socks 
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And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks. 


Instrumental 
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Verse 5 
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I'm a-goin' to that better place where ever'thing is right 
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Where the handouts grow on bushes and they sleep out ever' night 
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Won't have to wash my overhauls nor even change my socks 
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And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.