HOBO'S LULLABY (Goebel Reeves) Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the town drift slowly by; Listen to the steel rails humming That's the hobo's lullaby. Do not think about tomorrow; Let tomorrow come and go. Tonight you have a nice warm boxcar Free from all the ice and snow. I know the police cause you trouble, They make trouble everywhere; But when you die and go to heaven, Well, you won't find police there. Now do not let your heart be troubled If the world calls you a bum; 'Cause if your mother lives, she loves you Well, you are still your mother's son. Note: tune is a harmony to Just Before the Battle, Mother @hobo @lullaby filename[ HOBOLULL RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===