Hobo Bill Songtext

von Jimmy Rogers

Ridin' on an East bound freight train, speedin through the night
Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fightin' for his life
The sadness of his eyes refuels the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal

No one lies flicker around him, no blankets there to fold
Nothin' but the howlin' wind and drivin' lane so cold
When he heard a whistle blowin' in a dreamy kind of way
The hobos seem contented for he smiled there where he lay

Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door
But the little farm of hobo bill lays still upon the floor
While the train is 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 a hobo's head
A smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's longing to save his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold