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Go to sleep, my weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by;
Can't you hear the steel rails humming
That's the hobo's lullaby.
Do not think about tomorrows
Let tomorrows come and go.
Tonight you've got a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all these winds and snow.
I know the police cause you trouble,
They cause trouble everywhere;
But when you die and go to heaven,
You'll find no policeman there