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Hobo

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

Bill

No lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the rain so cold
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled where he lay

Hobo

Outside the rain was falling on that lonely door
But the form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm
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 lingered on his face but Hobo was dead
There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary
For he was just a bum who died out in the cold