(goebel reeves)

Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Cant you hear the steel rail hummin?
Thats a hobos lullaby

Do not think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight youre in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from the all the wind and snow

I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turnin gray
Lift your head and smile at trouble
Youll find happiness someday