Tono: C
Introducción:
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Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
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Riding on the eastbound freight train, speeding through the night,
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Hobo Bill, a railroad bum, was fighting for his life.
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The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
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He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal.
verse 2
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Ho-o-bo-o Billy.
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No warm lights flickered around him, no blankets there to fold,
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Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold.
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When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
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The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
verse 3
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Ho-o-bo-o Bill.
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Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door,
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But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
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While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside,
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No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.
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verse 4
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It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo?s head.
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The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead.
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There was no mother?s longing to soothe his weary soul,
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For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold.
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