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Hobo

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

Bill

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

Bill

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

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