Little Stream Of Whiskey chords by Doc Watson

From the album Doc Watson and Son
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzowpfc3Qfo

Intro:
G  C G  D7
G  C G  D7  G


Verse 1:
       G                                              C
Just a mile west of the water tank on a cold November day
     C                 G        D7
In a cold and lonesome boxcar a dyin' hobo lay
    G                                                C
His pal sat there before him with a low and drooping head
                 G              D7          G
Listenin' to the last words his dyin' buddy said.

Verse 2:
    G                                      C
Goodbye old pardner hobo I hate to say goodbye
      C               G            D7
But I hear my train a-comin' and I know she's a-getting nigh
      G                                            C
Gonna tell that old conductor just where I want to stop
                           G             D7               G
Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


Verse 3:
   G                                          C
We rode the rods together, we've rambled all around
   C             G           D7
In ev'ry kind of weather, we slept out on the ground
    G                                                       C
Oh, pardner don't you miss that train that always makes the stop
                           G             D7               G
Where the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


Instrumental:
G  C G  D7
G  C G  D7  G


Verse 4:
          G                                                      C
Would you tell my girl in Danville that she need not to worry at all
      C             G               D7
I'm a-goin' to that country where I won't have to work a-tall
     G                                              C
No I will not have to work there nor even change my socks
                         G             D7               G
And the little stream of whiskey comes flowing down the rocks.


Instrumental:
G  C G  D7
G  C G  D7  G


Verse 5:
    G                                                C
I'm a-goin' to that better place where ever'thing is right
          C                G          D7
Where the handouts grow on bushes and they sleep out ever' night
      G                                            C
Won't have to wash my overhauls nor even change my socks
                         G             D7               G       C   G   D7  G