Текст (слова) песни: Hank Snow - Hobo`s Meditation
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 must 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 [ fiddle - ac.guitar ] Will there be any freight trains...
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