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Hobo

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

Hobo

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

Bill

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

It was early in the morning when they raised the head
The still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no longing to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a bum who died out in the cold