Hobo's Meditation Songtext
von Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris & Linda Ronstadt

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 of the under 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 to break men?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?

Will the hobo chum with the rich men?
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 to break men?
Will they tell us that we cannot ride?


Will the hobo chum with the rich men?
Will we always have money to spare?
Will they have respect for the hobo
In that land that lies hidden up there?