Hobos in the Roundhouse

Hobos in the Roundhouse
2003 Bill Isles, Duluth, MN

From seven to seven, every night of the week
Fixin trains in the roundhouse, I work on my feet
And I told my children, I hope the bed bugs dont bite
And Ive got hobos sleeping in the roundhouse tonight

From Akron and Hinckley and Prairie du Chein
They are soldiers and lawyers and I believe what theyre sayin.
And Ill roust them at four and theyll head down the line
My hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight

Goodnight, my hobos, rest your vagabond heads
On your old knapsack pillows in your gunnysack beds
For a few stolen hours, youll be alright
My hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight

Well, they hired a new man to work as a guard
Every mornin at sunrise, he checks out the yard
But, for now, I wont trust him, though hes seems pretty nice
Cause I got hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight

Goodnight, my hobos, rest your vagabond heads
On your old knapsack pillows in your gunnysack beds
For a few stolen hours, youll be alright
My hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight

Well, I asked my Savior, What should I do?
If Im caught helping hobos my job could be through.
And I heard the answer, so clear and so bright
Are my hobos sleeping in your roundhouse tonight?

Goodnight, my hobos, rest your vagabond heads
On your old knapsack pillows in your gunnysack beds
For a few stolen hours, youll be alright
My hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight
For a few stolen hours, youll be alright
My hobos sleepin in the roundhouse tonight.
Goodnight, Boys.