Hobo Bill's Last Ride Lyrics - Hank Snow

Riding on an east bound 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-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 

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 through the darkness 

And the raging storm outside 

No one knew that Hobo Bill 

Was taking his last ride 

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