♪ Riding on a eastbound freight train♪ Speeding through the night♪ Hobo Bill the railroad bomb♪ 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♪ A-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho♪ Bill♪ No warm lights flickered around 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♪ His smile there where he lay♪ A-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho♪ BillPick one.♪♪♪ Outside the rain was falling♪ On a lonely boxcar door♪ But the little farm of Hobo Bill♪ Laid dead upon the floor♪ And there was no mother's longing♪ To soothe his weary soul♪ For he was just a hobo♪ And he died out in the cold♪ A-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho♪ Bill-♪♪Hey!Thank you so very much.