Key: A major
Verse 1
C
G
he loved the silvery tracks.
C
G
He never knew when he'd be leavin',
D
G
he never cared if he got back.
A hobo was sittin' by the
railroad tracks,
D
C
one foot on an old cross -tire.
C
G
just wait for a train to come by.
where a pretty lady had
answered the door.
Dusk had fallen now,
crossed the way.
The voices of children
G
C
The husband was home for the day.
Bill's thoughts traveled back
D
G
to a place he'd known as a lab.
He thought of how Mama had tucked him in.
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G
He remembered a kind old dad.
The hobo Bill could reminisce
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G
He had to feel the wind blow in his face,
D
G
feel the cinders in his shoes
D
G
C
G
He pulled up a collar of a coat worn in thin
G
D
someone had turned out the lights.
in preference to one just
observed?
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G
as if it had overheard.
She blew long and lonesome
as her headlight beams
cut through the night of black.
C
Bill looked again at the little white house,
For hobo Bill was a railroad bum,
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G
it was in his blood like wine.
C
G
He knew the cops and the whistle stops
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G
on every lonesome railroad line.
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