Hobo Bill's Last Ride Lyrics - Singles - Iris Dement

Riding east bound freight train, stealing through the night 

He was just a lonesome hobo who was fighting for his life 

The sadness in his eyes revealed the torture of his soul 

As he raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold 

Outside the rain is falling on that lonely boxcar door 

But the little frame 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 

He was a lonesome hobo 

No warm lights flickered 'round him no blankets were there to fold 

There was nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold 

As he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way 

The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay 

It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo's head 

The smile still lingered on his face, though Hobo Bill was dead 

There was no one there to weep for him or soothe his weary soul 

For he was just a hobo who had died out in the cold 

He was a lonesome hobo