[Verse 1]
Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night
Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for his life
And the sadness of his eyes reveal the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal

[Verse 2]
No warm lights flickered round him, no blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
When I heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled where he lay

[Chorus]
Hey Hobo Bill

[Verse 3]
Outside the rain was falling on the lonely boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor
While his train sped through the darkness with the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride

[Chorus]
Hey Hobo Bill