Hobo Bill's Last Ride Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Riding on an east bound freight train
Speeding through the night
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum
Was fighting for his lifeThe 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-lieNo warm lights flickered around him
No blankets there to fold
Nothing but, the howling wind
And the driving rain so coldWhen he heard a whistle blowing

In a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for
He smiled there where he layHo-ho-o, bo-o-o, bil-lieOutside the rain was fallin'
On that lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill
Lay still upon the floorAs the train sped through the darkness
And the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo Bill
Was taking his last rideIt was early in the mornin'
When they raised the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face
But Hobo Bill was deadThere was no mother's longin'
To soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum
Who died out in the cold