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Riding on the eastbound freight train |
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Speeding through the night |
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Hobo Bill a railroad bum |
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Was fighting for his life |
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The sadness of his eyes revealed |
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The torture of his soul |
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He raised a weak and weary hand |
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To brush away the coal. |
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No warm lights flickered round him |
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No blankets there to hold |
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Nothing but the howling wind |
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That the driving rain so cold |
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When he heard a whistle blowing |
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In a dreamy kind of way |
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The hobo seemed contented |
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For he smile there where he lay |
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Outside the rain was falling |
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On the lonesome boxcar door |
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But the little form of Hobo Bill |
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Lay still upon the floor |
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And the train sped through the darkness |
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And the raging storm outside |
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No one knew that Hobo Bill |
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Was taking his last ride |
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It was early in the morning |
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When they raised the hobo's head |
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The smile still lingered on his face |
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But Hobo Bill was dead |
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There was no mother longing |
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To soothe his weary soul |
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For he was just a railroad bum |
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Who died out in the cold |
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