Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rails humming That's the hobo's lullaby
Don't you worry about tomorrow Let tomorrow come and go Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar Safe from all the wind and snow
I know the police cause you trouble They cause trouble everywhere But when you die and go to heaven There'll be no policemen there
I know your clothes are torn and ragged And your hair is turning gray Lift your head and smile at trouble You'll find peace and rest some day
So go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rails humming That's the hobo's lullabyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
