C.A. Roth May 2014

Riding on a westbound freight train a specter of cold light
rises off the boxcar floor and wanders thru the night
It’s the ghostly form of Hobo Bill still smiling there inside
Yeah the cold would kill our boy bill but it wasn’t his last ride

The Ghost of Hobo Billy

He never has no mother’s mercy to sooth away his soul
He never had no home to call his own nowhere else to go
so he stayed to haunt that boxcar at night you could hear that little hobo moan
cuz hopping hot shot freight trains was all he’s ever known

The Ghost of Hobo Billy

They say that hobo bill will mysteriously fill
another hobo’s cup with booze
in his bindle he’ll put bullets and loaded dice
stuff a travelin’ man can use
but he’d bounce a railroad bull right off the train
as payback for being mean
by day he’d appear in his shaving mirror
and at night he’d haunt his dream

The Ghost of Hobo Billy

That boxcar is in a bone yard now from the old Meridian line
From outside I heard coughing and a yodelin tune from 1929
Two men were in there laughing and shooting dice I looked inside I was alone
And that boxcar was from the very same train that brought
the  singing brakeman home

Along with Hobo Billy