Chords for Hobo Bill's Last Ride by Jimmie Rodgers (1929)

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