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