Tonight as I lay on a boxcar   Just waiting for a train to pass by What will become of the hobo Whenever that 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 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 and brakemen   Will they tell us we cannot ride Will the hobo chum with the rich man Will we always have money to spare Will they have respect for a hobo   In the 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 we cannot ride Will the hobo chum with the rich man   Will we always have money to spare Will they have respect for a hobo   In the land that lies hidden up there