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Hobo

on that eastbound freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill a railroad bum was for his life
The of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to away the cold

Bill

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

Hobo

Outside the rain was falling on that boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo 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 when they the hobo's head
The still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a bum who died out in the cold