歌词
Riding on that eastbound 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 coal
Hey Ho...Bo...Bill Hobo Bill
Outside the rain was falling on
The lone boxcar door
The little form of Hobo Bill lay
Dead upon the floor
And there was no mother's longing
To soothe his weary soul
He was just a railroad bum
He died out in the cold
Hey Ho...Bo...Bill