Jimmie Rodgers – Waiting for a Train

About the song

Waiting for a Train is a song written and recorded by Jimmie Rodgers and released by the Victor Talking Machine Company as the flipside of “Blue Yodel No. 4” in February 1929. Although it was not a commercial success at the time, it has since become one of Rodgers’ most famous songs and has been covered by many other artists, including Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, and The Grateful Dead.

The song is a first-person narrative about a hobo who is down on his luck and waiting for a freight train to take him to a better place. The lyrics are simple but evocative, and Rodgers’s yodeling adds to the song’s mournful atmosphere. The song has been praised for its realism and its depiction of the hardships of life during the Great Depression.

“Waiting for a Train” is a classic country song that has stood the test of time. It is a moving and evocative portrait of a man who is down on his luck but still has hope for the future. The song’s simple lyrics and Jimmie Rodgers’s yodeling make it a timeless classic.

Here are some additional details about the song and its significance:

  • The song is considered to be one of the first country blues songs.
  • It was inspired by Rodgers’s own experiences as a hobo during the Great Depression.
  • The song has been covered by many other artists, including Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, and The Grateful Dead.
  • It has been featured in several films and television shows, including “The Grapes of Wrath” and “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”.
  • The song is considered to be a classic of American music.

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Lyrics

All around the water tanks, waiting for a trainA thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rainI walked up to a brakeman, to give him a line of talkHe says “If you’ve got money, I’ll see that you don’t walk”I haven’t got a nickel, not a penny can I show“Get off, get off, you railroad bum”; he slammed the boxcar door
He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly loveThe wide open spaces all around me, the moon and the stars up aboveNobody seems to want me, or lend me a helping handI’m on my way from Frisco, I’m going back to DixielandThough my pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of painI’m a thousand miles away from home, just waiting for a train