Yodel -ay -ay, yodel -ay -o h,
Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Listen to the steel rails humming
That's the hobo's lullaby,
now do not think about tomorrow,
let tomorrow come and go.
Tonight you'll have a nice warm boxcar,
safe from all the rain and snow, I know.
Your clothes are torn and ragged,
and your hair is tweaked with grey.
Lift your chin and smile at trouble,
you'll have peace and rest some day.
now do, not let your heart be troubled.
If the world calls you a bum,
if your mother lives she'd love you,
for you're still your mother's son,
The police cause you trouble
they make trouble everywhere
but when you die and go to heaven
you'll find no policeman there
and when you die and go to heaven
All the trains there you can ride,
The hard -boiled brakemen and the hobos,
Sleep there peaceful side by side,
So go to sleep, you weary hobos.
Let the towns drift slowly by,
Listen to the steel rails humming,
That's the whole boat lullaby.
Ah -Yodel -A -Yodel -A -Doo
Ah -Yodel -A -Yodel -A -Doo