The Hobo's Meditation Songtext
von Hank Snow

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?