♪ 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
♪ Bill
Pick one.
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♪ 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
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Hey!
Thank you so very much.