Hobo Bill's Last Ride - Iris DeMent

作词：W. O'Neill

作曲：W. O'Neill

Riding east bound freight train

Stealing through the night

He was just a lonesome hobo

Who was fighting for his life

The sadness in his eyes revealed

The torture of his soul

As he raised a weak and weary hand

To brush away the cold

Outside the rain is falling

On that lonely boxcar door

But the little frame of Hobo

Bill lay still upon the floor

As the train sped through the darkness

And the raging storm outside

No one knew that Hobo Bill

Was taking his last ride

He was a lonesome hobo

No warm lights flickered 'round him

No blankets were there to fold

There was nothing but the howling wind

And the driving rain so cold

As he heard a whistle blowing

In a dreamy kind 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

The smile still lingered on his face

Though Hobo Bill was dead

There was no one there to weep for him

Or soothe his weary soul

For he was just a hobo

Who had died out in the cold

He was a lonesome hobo