Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding an eastbound freight train speeding through the night

He was just a lonesome hobo who was fighting for his life

The sadness in his eyes revealed the torture of his soul

As he raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold

Ho-obo Billy...

No warm lights flicker 'round him, no blankets there to fold

There was nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold

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

And the hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay

Ho-obo Billy...

Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door

But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor

And as the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside

No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride

Ho-obo Billy...

It 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 one near to weep for him, or soothe his weary soul

For he was just a hobo who had died out in the cold