时间：2019-03-01
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Hobo Bill - Cisco Houston
Written by：Waldo L. O'Neal
Riding on an east bound freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill the railroad bum was a fighting for his life
As the train sped through the darkness with raging storm outside
Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for last ride
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
As the train sped through the darkness
And the raging storm outside
Hobo Bill the railroad bum was taking his last ride
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
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
