Riding on an east bound freight train, speeding thru the night
Hobo Bill a railroad b** 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
No warm lights flicker 'round 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 dreary kind of way
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcare door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
While the train sped thru the darkness, and the raging storm outside
No-one knew that Hobe Bill was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they raised the Hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's longing, to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad b**, who died out in the cold
Hobo Bill a railroad b** 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
No warm lights flicker 'round 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 dreary kind of way
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcare door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
While the train sped thru the darkness, and the raging storm outside
No-one knew that Hobe Bill was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they raised the Hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's longing, to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad b**, who died out in the cold