Chords for HOBO BILL,S LAST RIDE
Tempo:
66 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
G
D
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Ho, ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, [C] ho, Bill T.
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night.
[F] Ho, ho, [C] Bill, a railroad [D] bum, was fighting [G] for his life.
[C] The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
[F] He [C] raised a weak and weary [D] hand to brush away [C] the cold.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, Bill T.
No [F] warm lights [C] flickered around him, [F] no [C] blankets there to fold.
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving [G] rain so cold.
[C] When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
the hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
Ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, ho, ho, [C] Bill.
[F] Outside the rain was falling on that [C] lonely boxcar door.
But the little form of Hobo Bill [Am] lay still [G] upon the floor.
[C] While the train sped through the darkness [F] and the raging storm [C] outside,
[F] no one [C] knew that Hobo [E] Bill was [G] taking [C] his last ride.
[F#] [C] It [F] was early [C] in the morning [F] when they raised the [C] hobo's head.
The smile [C] still lingered on his face, [Am] but Hobo Bill [G] was dead.
[C] There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul,
for he was just a railroad bum who died [G] out in the [C] cold.
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night.
[F] Ho, ho, [C] Bill, a railroad [D] bum, was fighting [G] for his life.
[C] The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
[F] He [C] raised a weak and weary [D] hand to brush away [C] the cold.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, Bill T.
No [F] warm lights [C] flickered around him, [F] no [C] blankets there to fold.
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving [G] rain so cold.
[C] When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
the hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
Ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, ho, ho, [C] Bill.
[F] Outside the rain was falling on that [C] lonely boxcar door.
But the little form of Hobo Bill [Am] lay still [G] upon the floor.
[C] While the train sped through the darkness [F] and the raging storm [C] outside,
[F] no one [C] knew that Hobo [E] Bill was [G] taking [C] his last ride.
[F#] [C] It [F] was early [C] in the morning [F] when they raised the [C] hobo's head.
The smile [C] still lingered on his face, [Am] but Hobo Bill [G] was dead.
[C] There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul,
for he was just a railroad bum who died [G] out in the [C] cold.
Key:
C
F
G
D
Am
C
F
G
Ho, ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, [C] ho, Bill T. _
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night.
[F] Ho, ho, [C] Bill, a railroad [D] bum, was fighting [G] for his life. _
[C] The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
[F] He [C] raised a weak and weary [D] hand to brush away [C] the cold.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, Bill T.
_ No [F] warm lights [C] flickered around him, [F] no [C] blankets there to fold.
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving [G] rain so cold. _
[C] When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
the hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
Ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, ho, ho, [C] Bill. _
[F] Outside the rain was falling on that [C] lonely boxcar door.
But the little form of Hobo Bill [Am] lay still [G] upon the floor. _
[C] While the train sped through the darkness [F] and the raging storm [C] outside,
[F] no one [C] knew that Hobo [E] Bill was [G] taking [C] his last ride. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [C] It [F] was early [C] in the morning [F] when they raised the [C] hobo's head.
The smile [C] still lingered on his face, [Am] but Hobo Bill [G] was dead.
[C] There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul,
for he was just a railroad bum who died [G] out in the [C] cold. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Riding on an eastbound freight train, speeding through the night.
[F] Ho, ho, [C] Bill, a railroad [D] bum, was fighting [G] for his life. _
[C] The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul.
[F] He [C] raised a weak and weary [D] hand to brush away [C] the cold.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, Bill T.
_ No [F] warm lights [C] flickered around him, [F] no [C] blankets there to fold.
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving [G] rain so cold. _
[C] When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way,
the hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he lay.
Ho, ho, [G] ho, ho, ho, ho, [C] Bill. _
[F] Outside the rain was falling on that [C] lonely boxcar door.
But the little form of Hobo Bill [Am] lay still [G] upon the floor. _
[C] While the train sped through the darkness [F] and the raging storm [C] outside,
[F] no one [C] knew that Hobo [E] Bill was [G] taking [C] his last ride. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [C] It [F] was early [C] in the morning [F] when they raised the [C] hobo's head.
The smile [C] still lingered on his face, [Am] but Hobo Bill [G] was dead.
[C] There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul,
for he was just a railroad bum who died [G] out in the [C] cold. _ _ _ _ _ _
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