Go to sleep, you weary hobo. watch the towns go drifting by.
Can't you hear the rails a-singin'? that's the hobo's lullaby.
Don't you worry about tomorrow. let tomorrows come and go.
Tonight you've got a nice, warm boxcar, free from all the wind
I know the police cause you trouble. they cause trouble
But when you die and go to heaven, there'll be no policemen
Can't you hear the rails a-singin', ooh? that's the hobo's
Autor(es): Goebel Reeves