C.W. McCall — Hobos Lullaby

Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail hummin'? 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 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 You'll find happiness someday