I wrote to my girl last night

I wrote to my girl last night

I wrote to my girl that I was comin' home

But my last old dollar is done gone



Oh my last old dollar is done gone

Oh my last old dollar is done gone

Now how can a poor boy get back home

When his last old dollar is done gone



I've drank and I've rambled around

I've drank and I've rambled around

Now the time has come when I wanna go home

But my last old dollar is done gone



Now the east bound train is done run

Now the east bound train is done run

Now that train is done run and left me all alone

'Cause my last old dollar is done gone