Hobo Bill`s Last Ride

<br>Recorded by Hank Snow / Jimmie Rodgers <br>Words and music by MacWilliams and Rodgers<br><br>[C] Riding on an East-bound freight train, [F] speeding thru the [C] night [F] <br>Hobo Bill, [C] a railroad bum, was [D] fighting for his [G7] life... <br>The [C] sadness of his eyes revealed the [F] torture of his [C] soul <br>He [F] raised a weak and [C] weary hand to [G7] brush away the [C] cold. <br><br>~ YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie! <br><br>No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold <br>Nothing but, the howling wind and the driving rain, so cold ...<br>When he heard a whistle blowing, in a dreamy kind of way <br>The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay. <br><br>YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie! <br><br>Outside the rain was fallin` on that lonesome boxcar door <br>But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor... <br>As the train sped thru the darkness and the raging storm outside <br>No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride. <br><br>TRAIN WHISTLE <br><br>It was early in the mornin` when they raised the hobo`s head <br>The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead ... <br>There was no mother`s longin`, to soothe his weary soul <br>For he was just a railroad bum, who died out in the cold. <br><br>TRAIN WHISTLE fade