Chords for Hobo Bill's Last Ride - Ride this train - Johnny Cash

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Come along and ride this train, _ _ _ come [Fm] along and ride [Ab] this train.
_ _ [Db] Cross the mountains, prairies, reservations, [Gb] rivers, levees, plains. _
[Db] _ Come [Ab] along and ride _ this [Db] train.
_ _ _ [Ab] _ Ride this train, ride this train with me to Fort Isse, Arkansas.
And let's ride it [Db] back in time to the early 30s.
You [Eb] see those little [Bb] glowing fires over there?
That's a [Ebm] hobo jungle.
[Ab] Hobos gather here to catch a freight train down [Gb] some [Eb] lonesome railroad line in search
of [Ab] a job.
It's a hard life for a man sitting out there waiting for that freight.
To ease the pain of waiting, he often [Eb] sits and holds his tin [Ab] cup of coffee, and like
a gypsy with her crystal ball, gazes into the embers of the fire _
[Bb] and thinks back when
the only [Cm] thing he had in the [Bb] world was pretty good, even though it was just a wrinkled,
[Eb] crinkled, wadded [Bb] dollar bill. _ _ _ _ _
[F] All that I've got [Eb] between _ me and [Bb] Pauper's Hill _ is a wrinkled, [F] crinkled, wadded [Bb] dollar bill.
_ _ _ I've got a [F] mess of blues on [Bb] my mind _ _ and at least a million miles behind me.
_ And [F] all that I've got [Eb] between me _ and [Bb] Pauper's Hill _ _ is a [F] wrinkled, crinkled, wadded [Bb] dollar bill.
It _ sure [Eb] smells good [Bb] at the bakery _ and I stand and [Eb] let the smell [Bb] flood over me.
_ [F] They sell those day-old cakes [Eb] mighty cheaply.
I [Bb] could eat my fill _ _ with the wrinkled, [F] crinkled, wadded [Bb] dollar bill. _
Oh, [F] I'm not bound [Em] and I [Eb] never will _ [Bb] be to a wrinkled, [F] crinkled, wadded [Bb] dollar bill. _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ [Ab] Well, just about the [F] time old_
[Ab] _ My daddy was [Db] riding a freight [Ab] train, catching it at Fordyce [Db] and riding down to Memphis or
other points where [Eb] he might get a job [Ab] cutting cordwood for [Bb] 35 cents or maybe 50 [Eb] cents a day.
But any job [Ab] that he found, he was thankful for.
It was hard work, but it was honest.
And it earned money to send back home to us kids.
My daddy was one of [Db] hundreds of thousands of men that led this kind [Bbm] of life during the
bitter, [Fm] hungry years of the Depression.
_ He [A] wasn't a bum and he [Ab] didn't know anybody that was.
They all [Eb] had to work and if you didn't [Ab] work, you didn't make it.
Sometimes the pickings were mighty lean and times, at times, were almost unbearable.
Some [Db] fell by the wayside [Bbm] along the tracks in [Ab] the yard.
Some were [Db] beaten by the elements, _ beaten by the [Ab] rain, the cold.
[Fm]
Some [F] just gave up out of desperation.
My daddy rode [Eb] the top of a freight car into Memphis [Ab] one cold, wet January night _ [Eb]
[Ab] and he
had to be pulled from the bars where he [Db] lay nearly frozen.
[Bbm] You know, this [Ab] wasn't uncommon and a lot of men weren't quite [Db] as lucky as my dad.
And they [Ab] took their last ride into eternity _ on [Eb] some snowbound [Ab] freight train. _ _ _ _ _
_ Riding on a eastbound freight [Db] train, speeding through [Ab] the night.
_ [Db]
Mobile [Ab] Bill, the railroad bum, [Bb] was fighting for [Eb] his life.
[Ab] The sadness of his eyes revealed [Db] the torture [Ab] of his soul.
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He raised the [Ab] weekend where he had to [Eb] brush away [Ab] the cold.
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_ _ _ _ Outside the rain was falling [Db] on that lonesome [Ab] boxcar [Cm] door.
[Db] But the little [Ab] form of Hobo [Bb] Bill lay still up on [Eb] the floor.
_ [Ab] While the train sped through the darkness [Db] and the raging [Ab] storm outside.
[Db] Nobody [Ab] knew that Hobo [Bbm] Bill was [Eb] taking [Ab] his last [Db] ride. _ _
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_ _ _ _ It was early in the morning [Db] when they raised the [Ab] hobo's head.
[Db] A smile [Ab] still lingered on his [Bb] face.
The hobo [Eb] Bill was dead.
_ [Ab] There was no mother's longing [Db] to soothe his [Ab] weary soul.
[Db] For he was [Ab] just a railroad bum who [Eb] died out in [Ab] the cold.
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_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Ab] Even if a lot of the good [Bbm] times were bad, he knew how to make the best [Ab] of his role.
He [Db] lived on that one dream of catching one more fast [Ab] freight that would roll him on down the [F] line where the grass [Ab] could be a little greener. _ _ _
_ One [Eb] more [Ab] _ ride.
_ [Db] _ [Eb] One [Ab] more. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] One more [Ab] ride.
_ _ [Db] _ [Eb] One more ride. _ _
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