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Go to sleep you weary hobo |
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Let the towns drift slowly by |
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Can't you hear the steel rails hummin' |
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That's the hobo's lullaby |
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I know your clothes are torn and ragged |
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And your hair is turning gray |
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Lift your head and smile at trouble |
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You'll find peace and rest someday |
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Now don't you worry 'bout tomorrow |
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Let tomorrow come and go |
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Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar |
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Safe from all that wind and snow |
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I know the police cause you trouble |
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They cause trouble everywhere |
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But when you die and go to |
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Heaven You'll find no policemen there |
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So go to sleep you weary hobo |
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Let the towns drift slowly by |
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Listen to the steel rails hummin' |
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That's a hobo's lullaby |
