The Hobo's Last Ride Lyrics - Hank Snow

One dark and stormy night while riding down the line 

Railroad Bill, the engineer said, "Boy, well have to fly" 

Weve got to be on time to meet old Number Four 

So sling the coal, well make it, boy, or never ride no more 

While in the rear boxcar, a lonely hobo lay 

Heading for his mother dear, who on her death bed lay 

He raised a weary hand to brush away a tear 

Not knowing his last drive was run and fate was drawing near 

When through the darkened night, a headlight bright did gleam 

Oer the roar of rolling wheels, a whistle load did scream 

As down around the curve, the mighty train did roar 

With black smoke rolling from the stack came Flyer Number Four 

Then came an awful crash, their last long drive was run 

On the track the hobo lay, his days of life were done 

And as the golden sun sank slowly to the west 

His dear old mother gently smiled and closed her eyes in death