Go to sleep, you weary hobo
That's the hobo's lullaby
I know your clothes are torn and ragged
And your hair is turning grey
Lift your head and smile at trouble
You'll find peace and rest some day
Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the town's crystal be by
Can't you hear the sea rails
That's the hobo's lullaby
Don't you worry about tomorrow
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all that wind and snow
So go to sleep, weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
That's the hobo's lullaby
I know the police cause you trouble,
they cause trouble everywhere
But when you die and go to heaven
There'll be no policeman there
Go to sleep, weary old boy,
There are times you'll slowly find,