LRC歌词
[ti:Hobo's Meditation]
[ar:Ernest Tubb]
[al:If You Want Some Lovin']
[by:]
[00:00.00]Hobo's Meditation - Ernest Tubb/The McKinney Sisters
[00:07.47]Tonight as I lay on a boxcar
[00:14.07]Just waiting for a train to pass by
[00:21.27]What will become of the hobo
[00:28.48]Whenever his time comes to die
[00:35.12]Has the Master up yonder in heaven
[00:42.20]Got a place which we might call our home
[00:49.34]Will we have to work for a living
[00:56.42]Or continue we must to roam
[01:03.58]Will there be any freight trains in heaven
[01:10.39]Any boxcars in which we might hide
[01:17.70]Will there be any tough cops and brakemen
[01:24.74]Will they tell us that we cannot ride
[01:32.00]Will the hobo chum with the rich man
[01:39.05]Will we always have money to spare
[01:46.57]Will they hand respect for a hobo
[01:53.36]In that land that lies hidden up there
[02:07.62]Will there be any freight trains in heaven
[02:14.76]Any boxcars in which we might hide
[02:21.97]Will there be any tough cops and brakemen
[02:29.06]Will they tell us that we cannot ride
[02:36.25]Will the hobo chum with the rich man
[02:43.48]Will we always have money to spare
[02:50.76]Will they hand respect for a hobo
[02:57.95]In that land that lies hidden up there
文本歌词
Hobo's Meditation - Ernest Tubb/The McKinney Sisters
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 which we might call our home
Will we have to work for a living
Or continue we must 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