"Hobo's Meditation" lyrics
(originally by Jimmie Rodgers)
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar
Just waiting for a train to pass by
What will become of the hobo
Whenever their time comes to die?
As the master up yonder in heaven
Got a place that we might call our home
Will we have to work for a living
Or can we continue to roam?
Will there be any freight trains in heaven?
Any boxcars in which we might hide?
Will there be any tough cops and brakemen?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?
Will the hobo chum with the rich man?
Will he always have money to spare?
Will they have respect for a hobo
In the land that lies hidden up there?
Will there be any freight trains in heaven?
Any boxcars in which we might hide?
Will there be any tough cops and brakemen?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?
Will the hobo chum with the rich man?
Will he always have money to spare?
Will they have respect for a hobo
In the land that lies hidden up there?
Just waiting for a train to pass by
What will become of the hobo
Whenever their time comes to die?
As the master up yonder in heaven
Got a place that we might call our home
Will we have to work for a living
Or can we continue to roam?
Will there be any freight trains in heaven?
Any boxcars in which we might hide?
Will there be any tough cops and brakemen?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?
Will the hobo chum with the rich man?
Will he always have money to spare?
Will they have respect for a hobo
In the land that lies hidden up there?
Will there be any freight trains in heaven?
Any boxcars in which we might hide?
Will there be any tough cops and brakemen?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?
Will the hobo chum with the rich man?
Will he always have money to spare?
Will they have respect for a hobo
In the land that lies hidden up there?
