The wild and reckless hobo who left his happy home, started upon a western trip all by himself alone. Upon this western trip we’re going to have lots of fun, but upon this western trip this is the song he sung. ( ) I stepped upon a platform smoking a cheap cigar, waiting to catch a freight train to catch an empty car. I buttoned my coat up closely and walked on down the track, I caught the steps of a sleeper car, I never did look back. My pocket book is empty, my heart is filled with pain, ten thousand miles away from home hoboing an old freight train.