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Hobo

Riding on that eastbound freight speeding through the night
Hobo a railroad bum was fighting for his life
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his
He raised a weak and hand to brush away the cold

Bill

No warm lights flickered him no blankets there to hold
but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
When he a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay

Bill

Outside the was falling on that lonely boxcar door
But the little of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
While the sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo was taking his last ride

It was early in the morning they raised the hobo's head
The smile still on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's longing to his weary soul
For he was a railroad bum who died out in the cold