[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:12.23]Riding on an east bound freight train speeding through the night [00:16.83]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was a fighting for his life [00:22.20]As the train sped through the darkness with raging storm outside [00:26.87]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for last ride [00:38.51]The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul [00:42.85]As he raised a weak and weary hand [00:45.03]To brush away the cold [00:49.19]Outside the rain was a pouring on that lonely boxcar door [00:53.36]And the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor [01:10.33]As the train sped through the darkness [01:12.38]And the raging storm outside [01:14.82]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was taking his last ride [01:25.14]He heard the whistle blowing in a dreamy sort of way [01:29.05]The hobo seemed contented for [01:30.84]He smiled there where he lay [01:34.40]It was early in the morning [01:35.98]When they raised the hobo's head [01:38.55]And the smile still lingered on his face [01:40.41]But Hobo Bill was dead [01:54.29]There was no mother's longing to think of his weary soul [01:58.49]He was nothing but a railroad bum [02:00.33]Who died out in the cold
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:12.23]Riding on an east bound freight train speeding through the night
[00:16.83]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was a fighting for his life
[00:22.20]As the train sped through the darkness with raging storm outside
[00:26.87]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for last ride
[00:38.51]The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul
[00:42.85]As he raised a weak and weary hand
[00:45.03]To brush away the cold
[00:49.19]Outside the rain was a pouring on that lonely boxcar door
[00:53.36]And the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
[01:10.33]As the train sped through the darkness
[01:12.38]And the raging storm outside
[01:14.82]Hobo Bill the railroad bum was taking his last ride
[01:25.14]He heard the whistle blowing in a dreamy sort of way
[01:29.05]The hobo seemed contented for
[01:30.84]He smiled there where he lay
[01:34.40]It was early in the morning
[01:35.98]When they raised the hobo's head
[01:38.55]And the smile still lingered on his face
[01:40.41]But Hobo Bill was dead
[01:54.29]There was no mother's longing to think of his weary soul
[01:58.49]He was nothing but a railroad bum
[02:00.33]Who died out in the cold