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Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night

Hobo Bill the 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 coalNo warm lights flickered round him, no blankets there to fold

Nothing but the howling wind, the driving rain so cold

When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way

The hobo seemed contented for he smile there where he layOutside the rain was falling on that lonely 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 rideIt was early in the morning when they raised the hobo's head

The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead

There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul

For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold

Songwriters

O'NEAL, WALDOPublished by

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, ERNEST TUBB MUSIC, INC.

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