Yodels
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was taking his last ride.
As the train sped through the darkness, with a-raging storm outside,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
Yodels
Well the sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul,
As he raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold.
Outside the rain was a-pouring on that lonely boxcar door,
And the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
Yodels
As the train sped through the darkness, with a-raging storm outside,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was taking his last ride .
Yodels
He heard the whistle blowing in a dreamy sort 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,
And the smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead.
Yodels
Well there was no mother's longing to think of his weary soul,
He was nothing but a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
Yodels
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was taking his last ride.
As the train sped through the darkness, with a-raging storm outside,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
Yodels
Well the sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul,
As he raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold.
Outside the rain was a-pouring on that lonely boxcar door,
And the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
Yodels
As the train sped through the darkness, with a-raging storm outside,
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum, was taking his last ride .
Yodels
He heard the whistle blowing in a dreamy sort 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,
And the smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead.
Yodels
Well there was no mother's longing to think of his weary soul,
He was nothing but a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
Yodels
Contributed by Pluck - 2024/8/4 - 18:26
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The Folkways Years, 1944-1961
As performed by Cisco Houston
Written by Waldo Lafayette O’ Neal (1908–1980) specifically for Jimmie Rodgers & first recorded by him November 13, 1929.
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