Текст песни Linda Ronstadt - Hobo`s Meditation
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written by Jimmie Rodgers© 1933 Peer International CorpLast night as I lay on the boxcarJust waiting for a train to pass byWhat will become of the hoboWhenever 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 be 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 hidden up thereWill there be any freight trains in heavenAny boxcars in which we might hideWill there be 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 hidden up there