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• Artiste: Hank Snow
• Titre: Hobo Bill's Last Ride
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Riding on an East-bound freight train, speeding through the night Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, 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. Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o Bil-lie! 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. Ho-ho-o Bo-o-o Bil-lie! Outside the rain was fallin' on that lonesome boxcar door But the little form 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. It was early in the mornin' when they raised the hobo's head The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead There was no mother's longin', to soothe his weary soul For he was just a railroad bum, who died out in the cold.