Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an eastbound freight train speeding through the night Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, is fighting for his life. and the sadness of his eyes reveal the torture of his soul he raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold When I heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way the hobo seemed contended for he smiled there where he lay Hey Hobo Bill Outside the rain was falling on the lonely boxcar door but the little form of hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor while his train sped through the darkness with a raging storm outside no one knew that hobo Bill was taking his last ride. Hey Hobo Bill"