Riding on the eastbound freight train speeding through the night 骑在东行货运列车在夜间超速行驶

Hobo Bill the railroad bum was fighting for his life 流浪汉比尔铁路流浪汉是争取自己的生命

And the sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul 和他眼中的悲伤显露他的灵魂的拷问

He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the coal. 他提出了一个疲弱的手刷走煤。

   

No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold 没有温暖的灯光闪烁在他的周围没有毯子那里举行

Nothing but the howling wind the driving rain so cold 不过瑟瑟的寒风在风雨那么冷

When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way 在一个梦幻般的一种方式，当他听到哨子吹

The hobo seemed contented for he smile there where he lay. 流浪汉似乎心满意足，因为他的笑容出现在他躺着。

Hey ho-bo Bill. 嘿浩博比尔。

   

Outside the rain was falling on the lonely boxcar door 外面的雨飘落在寂寞的棚车车门

But the little form of Hobo Bill lay dead upon the floor 但流浪汉比尔的小形式伏在地上死了

While the train sped through the darkness with the raging storm outside 当火车在黑暗中呼啸的暴风雨肆虐外

No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride 没有人知道流浪汉比尔带着他最后一次骑

Hey ho-bo Bill... 嘿浩博比尔...