โหลดเพลง mp3 Hobo Bill - Merle Haggard

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 cold

Hobo Bill Hobo Bill

Outside the rain was falling on
That lonely boxcar door

But the little form of Hobo Bill lay
Still upon the floor

There was no mother's longing

To soothe his weary soul

For he was just a railroad bum
Who died out in the cold

Hobo Bill