Hank Snow The Hobo's Last Ride Lyrics:
One dark and stormy night while riding down the
line; Railroad Bill, the engineer said, "Boy,
we'll have to fly!" We've got to be on
time, to meet old Number Four. So sling the coal,
we'll make it, boy, or never ride no more.

While in the rear boxcar, a lonely hobo lay,
Heading for his mother dear, who on her death-bed
lay; He raised a weary hand, to brush away a tear,
Not knowing his last drive was run, and Fate was
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drawing near.

When through the darkened night, a headlight
bright did gleam, O'er the roar of rolling
wheels, a whistle load did scream; As down around
the curve, the mighty train did roar, With black
smoke rolling from the stack, came Flyer Number
Four.

Then came an awful crash! Their last long drive
was run, On the track the hobo lay, his days of
life were done; And as the golden sun, sank slowly
to the west, His dear old mother gently smiled,
and closed her eyes in death.
Lyrics: The Hobo's Last Ride, Hank Snow [end]