Lyrics Hobo Bill's Last Ride - Hank Snow

Hobo Bill's Last Ride

Riding on an East-bound freight train, speeding thru 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.
~ YODEL: Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o 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: Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o 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.
TRAIN WHISTLE fade