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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
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
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger