[Verse 1]
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?

[Verse 2]
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?
Oh de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee
Oh de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee, de-lee
Oh de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee, de-lee
Oh de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee

[Verse 3]
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?

[Verse 4]
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?
[Verse 3]
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?

[Verse 4]
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?
Oh de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee-oh, de-lay-ee