Текст C. W. McCall – Hobo’s 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