Tonight as I lay
on a boxcar
Just waiting for a train to pass
by
What will become of the
hobo
Whenever that time comes to
die
Has 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 we cannot
ride
Will the hobo
chum with the rich
man
Will we 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 we cannot
ride
Will the hobo
chum with the rich
man
Will we always have money to
spare
Will they have respect for a
hobo
In the land that
lies hidden up
there
