Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail humming That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think about tomorrow Let
Translation: Guthrie, Arlo. Hobo's Lullaby.
hollered, "There's no such a thing; Keep on with your party, there's no such a thing." A few people rushed and there's only a few "It's just the thugs
CHORUS: I don't need no diamond ring I don't need no Cadillac car Just want to drink my Ripple wine Down in the Lightnin' Bar Down in the Lightnin' Bar
On a long lonesome Journey I'm going Oh darling, and please don't you cry Though in shackles and chains they will take me In prison to stay till I die
I've been to wild Montana I went there in a storm My boots were Texas leather My Levis wet and torn I loved it in Montana Loved it in the storm I think
the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father's magic carpets made
I saw the splendor of the moonlight On Honolulu Bay There's something tender in the moonlight On Honolulu Bay And all the beaches are filled with peaches
deck The hour that the ship comes in And the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a'touchin' And the ship's wise men Will remind
