Riding on an eastbound freight train
Speeding through the night
Hobo Bill, the railroad bum was fighting for his life.
No warm arms there to hold him
No blankets there to hold
Nothing but the chilly wind
The biting rain took hold
When I heard a voice a blowin'
In an old familiar way
The hobo seemed contented for
He smiled there where he lay
O-de-lay-de-oh
A Ho-o-bo a Bi--ill
Outside the rain was falling
Upon that boxcar door
The little form of Hobo Bill
lay dead upon the floor
As the train whistle blew so softly
And was fading through the night
Well, no one knew that Hobo Bill
Was taking his last ride
O-de-lay-de-oh
A Ho-o-bo a Bi--ill
A me yodel-lay-he-hoo
Oh le-yodel-lay-ee-dee
Yodel-lay-e-dee Yodel-lay-e-dee
Yodel-lay-ee