Ho-bo Bill-Y. Riding on that eastbound 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.
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night. Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for his life. The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
For weary weeks I waited. And hoping for the best. But blues will make me ramble. And the rails are leading west. . I'm feeling oh, so lonesome. Pleasure I can't find.
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.