HOBO'S LULLABY

(Goebel Reeves)



Go to sleep, you weary hobo

Let the town drift slowly by;

Listen to the steel rails humming

That's the hobo's lullaby.



Do not think about tomorrow;

Let tomorrow come and go.

Tonight you have a nice warm boxcar

Free from all the ice and snow.



I know the police cause you trouble,

They make trouble everywhere;

But when you die and go to heaven,

Well, you won't find police there.



Now do not let your heart be troubled

If the world calls you a bum;

'Cause if your mother lives, she loves you

Well, you are still your mother's son.



Note: tune is a harmony to Just Before the Battle, Mother

@hobo @lullaby

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