Hobo Bill Jimmy Rogers (C)Ho-(G)bo (C)Billy (C)Ridin’ on an (F)East bound (C)freight train, (F)speedin through the (C)night (F)Hobo Bill, a (C)railroad bum, was (Dfightin’ 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)coal (C)Ho-(G7)bo (C)Billy No one lies flicker around him, no blankets there to fold Nothin’ but the howlin’ wind and the drivin’ lane so cold When he heard a whistle blowin’ in a dreamy kind of way The hobos seem contented for he smiled there where he lay Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor While the train is through the darkness and the raging storm outside No one knew that hobo Bill was taking his last ride It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo’s head A 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 bum who died out in the cold   alles-uke.de