Pat Benatar - Hobos Meditation Lyrics
Pat Benatar - Hobos Meditation Lyrics
Tonight as I lay on the boxcarJust waiting for a train to pass byWhat will become of the hoboWhen his time comes to dieThere's a Master up yonder in heavenGot a place that we might call our homeWill we have to work for a livingOr can we continue to roamWill there be any freight trains in heavenAny boxcars in which we might hideWill there by any tough cops or brakemenWill they tell us that we cannot rideWill the hobo chum with the rich manWill we always have money to spareWill they have respect for the hoboIn that land that lies up thereRepeat Chorus
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Tonight as I lay on the boxcarJust waiting for a train to pass byWhat will become of the hoboWhen his time comes to dieThere's a Master up yonder in heavenGot a place that we might call our homeWill we have to work for a livingOr can we continue to roamWill there be any freight trains in heavenAny boxcars in which we might hideWill there by any tough cops or brakemenWill they tell us that we cannot rideWill the hobo chum with the rich manWill we always have money to spareWill they have respect for the hoboIn that land that lies up thereRepeat Chorus