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Hobo

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

Bill

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

Hobo

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

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