Hobo's Meditation (Rodgers)-Jimmie Rodgers

Hobo's Meditation - Jimmie Rodgers
Tonight as I lay on a boxcar just
Waiting for a train to pass by
What will become of the hobo
Whenever his 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 that we cannot ride
Will the hobo chum with the rich man
Will we always have money to spare
Will they hand respect for a hobo
In that 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 that we cannot ride
Will the hobo chum with the rich man
Will we always have money to spare
Will they hand respect for a hobo
In that land that lies hidden up there