Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Lyrics

Riding on an East-bound freight train, speeding through the night  
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life...  
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul  
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold.  
  
Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o Bil-lie!  
  
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold  
Nothing but, the howling wind and the driving rain, so cold  
When he heard a whistle blowing, in a dreamy kind of way  
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay.  
  
Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o Bil-lie!  
  
Outside the rain was fallin' on that lonesome boxcar door  
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor  
As the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside  
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.  
  
It was early in the mornin' when they raised the hobo's head  
The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead  
There was no mother's longin', to soothe his weary soul  
For he was just a railroad bum, who died out in the cold.