Hobo's Lullaby

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

I know your clothes are torn and ragged

And your hair is turning grey

But lift your head and smile at trouble

You'll find peace and rest someday

Don't you worry about tomorrow

Let tomorrow come and go

Tonight you're in a nice warm box car

Safe from all that wind and snow

I know the police cause you trouble

They cause trouble everywhere

But when you die and go to heaven

You'll find no policemen there