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Hobo

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

Hobo

No warm lights flickered round him no blankets to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the rain so cold
When he a whistle 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 form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo was taking his last ride

It was in the morning when they raised the hobo's head
The smile lingered 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