by Goebel Reeves



Go to sleep you weary hobo

Let the towns drift slowly by

Can't you hear the steel rail humming

That's a hobo's lullaby



Do not think 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

You won't find no policemen there



I know your clothes are torn and ragged

And your hair is turning grey

Lift your head and smile at trouble

You'll find happiness some day



So go to sleep you weary hobo

Let the towns drift slowly by

Don't you feel the steel rail humming

That's a hobo's lullaby