Merle Haggard - Hobo Bill's Last Ride lyrics

Riding on the eastbound freight train speeding through the night Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for his life And the sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal. No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold Nothing but the howling wind the driving rain so cold When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way The hobo seemed contented for he smile there where he lay. Hey ho-bo Bill. Outside the rain was falling on the lonely boxcar door But the little form of Hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor While the train sped through the darkness with the raging storm outside No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride Hey ho-bo Bill...