[C] Riding on an East-bound freight train, [F] speeding thru the [C] night [F] Hobo Bill, [C] a railroad bum, was [D] fighting for his [G7] life... The [C] sadness of his eyes revealed the [F] torture of his [C] soul He [F] raised a weak and [C] weary hand to [G7] brush away the [C] cold.
~ YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie!
No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold Nothing but, the howling wind and the driving rain, so cold ... When he heard a whistle blowing, in a dreamy kind of way The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay.
YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie!
Outside the rain was fallin' on that lonesome boxcar door But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor... As the train sped thru the darkness and the raging storm outside No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
TRAIN WHISTLE
It was early in the mornin' when they raised the hobo's head The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead ... There was no mother's longin', to soothe his weary soul For he was just a railroad bum, who died out in the cold.
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