Hobo’s Lullaby
Go to sleep, you weary hobo,
Let the towns drift slowly by.
Can’t you hear the steel
rails hummin’?
That's the hobo’s lullaby.
I know your clothes are torn
and ragged,
And your hair is turning gray.
Lift your head and smile
at trouble,
You’ll find peace and rest
someday
Woody Guthrie (1912 – 1967)