Go to sleep, you weary hobo,
Let the town drift slowly by,
Listen to the steel rails humming,
Well, that's the hobo's lullaby.
Do not think about tomorrow,
Let to morrow come and go,
free from all the rain and snow.
So go to sleep, you weary hobo,
and let the town drift slowly by.
Listen to the steel rails humming,
well, that's the hobo's lullaby.
I know the police cause you trouble,
they make trouble everywhere.
But when you die and go to heaven,
well, you will find no police there.
So go to sleep, you weary hobo,
and let the town drift slowly by.
Listen to the steel rails humming,
well, that's the hobo's lullaby.
Now do not let your heart be troubled
if the world calls you a bum,
cause if your mother lived,
well, you are still your mother's son.
So go to sleep, you weary hobo,
and let the town drift slowly by.
Listen to the steel rails humming,
that's the hobo's lullaby.
That's the hobo's lullaby.
