written by Jimmie Rodgers

© 1933 Peer International Corp



Last night as I lay on the boxcar

Just waiting for a train to pass by

What will become of the hobo

Whenever his time comes to die



There's a Master up yonder in heaven

Got a place that we might call our home

Will we have to work for a living

Or can 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 or 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 have respect for the 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 or 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 have respect for the hobo

In that land that lies hidden up there