Hobo Bill's Last Ride
Riding on the 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
He raised a weak and weary hand
To brush away the coal.
No warm lights flickered round him
No blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind
That the driving rain so cold
When he heard a whistle blowing
In a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented
For he smile there where he lay
Outside the rain was falling
On the lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill
Lay still upon the floor
And 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 morning
When they raised the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face
But Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother longing
To soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum
Who died out in the cold
Hobo Bill's Last RideLRC歌词
[00:08.02]Riding on the eastbound freight train
[00:12.26]Speeding through the night
[00:16.09]Hobo Bill a railroad bum
[00:19.16]Was fighting for his life
[00:22.62]The sadness of his eyes revealed
[00:26.40]The torture of his soul
[00:30.51]He raised a weak and weary hand
[00:34.20]To brush away the coal.
[00:37.36]No warm lights flickered round him
[00:41.59]No blankets there to hold
[00:45.14]Nothing but the howling wind
[00:49.04]That the driving rain so cold
[00:52.46]When he heard a whistle blowing
[00:55.94]In a dreamy kind of way
[00:59.92]The hobo seemed contented
[01:03.46]For he smile there where he lay
[01:06.94]
[01:14.79]Outside the rain was falling
[01:18.85]On the lonesome boxcar door
[01:22.50]But the little form of Hobo Bill
[01:26.35]Lay still upon the floor
[01:30.16]And the train sped through the darkness
[01:33.41]And the raging storm outside
[01:37.57]No one knew that Hobo Bill
[01:41.31]Was taking his last ride
[01:43.93]
[01:52.39]It was early in the morning
[01:55.85]When they raised the hobo's head
[02:00.02]The smile still lingered on his face
[02:03.74]But Hobo Bill was dead
[02:07.53]There was no mother longing
[02:10.87]To soothe his weary soul
[02:14.98]For he was just a railroad bum
[02:18.60]Who died out in the cold
[02:21.18]
