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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 rain and snow.

Chorus

I know the police cause you trouble,
They make trouble everywhere;
But when you die and go to heaven,
Well, you will find no police there.

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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.

Chorus

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