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
