作曲：Jimmie Rodgers+Elsie Mcwilliams

Hobo bill

Riding on the east freight train

Stealing through the night

Hobo Bill a realroad bang 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 cold

Hobo bill

No warm lights flickered around him

No blankets there to fold

Nothing but the howling wind

And the driving rain so cold

When he heard a whistle blowing

In a dreamy kind of way

The hobo seemed contented for

He smiled there where he lay

Hobo bill

Outside the rain was falling

On that lonely boxcar door

But the little frame of

Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor

While 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 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 bang

Who died out in the cold