Letras:
Guthrie Arlo Hobo S Lullaby

Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail humming That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think about tomorrow Let

hollered, "There's no such a thing; Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing." A few people rushed and there's only a few "It's just the thugs

On a long lonesome Journey I'm going Oh darling, and please don't you cry Though in shackles and chains they will take me In prison to stay till I die

the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made

deck The hour that the ship comes in And the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a'touchin' And the ship's wise men Will remind