Hobo Bill's Last Ride lyrics

Riding on an eastbound freight train speeding through the night

Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life

The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul

He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold

Ho-o-bo-o Bill

No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold

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

Ho-o-bo-o Bill...(pick one)

Outside the rain was falling on a lonely boxcar door

But the little form of Hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor

And there was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul

For he was just a hobo and he died out in the cold

Ho-o-bo-o Bill

• Artist:Merle Haggard