Woorden: Kinky Friedman. Hobo's Lullaby.

Do not think about tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you?ve got a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the rain and snow

So go to sleep, you weary Hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can?t you hear the steel rail hummin??
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby

Oh, I know your clothes are ragged
And your hair is turnin' gray
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You?ll find peace of mind someday

So go to sleep, you little Hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Tonight you?ve got a nice warm boxcar
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby

I know the police cause you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
When you die and go to Heaven
There will be no police there

So go to sleep, you weary Hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can you hear the steel rail hummin??
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby

Do not let your heart be troubled
If the world calls you a bum
?Cause if your mother lived, she?d love you
You are still your mother?s son

So go to sleep, my weary Hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can you hear the steel rails hummin??
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby
That?s the Hobo?s lullaby