| O go to sleep you weary hobo
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| Lay back, lay back and close your eyes
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| I know you’ve seen a lot of sorrow
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| I know you’ve heard a lot of lies
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| They said, «work hard and save your money»
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| You were a worker all your life
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| And in the end who got the honey
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| But the hand that robbed the hive?
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| It’s a hard bargain they drive
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| Goodbye, goodbye to main street
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| Goodbye, company town
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| And who can say how far away
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| This wayward train is bound
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| And though the hounds come round your doorway
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| And though the viper’s at your heel
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| Well you can dream your rags to riches
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| On a stitch of gleaming steel
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| On a shining reel-to-reel
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| Goodbye, goodbye to state street
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| Goodbye, capitol grounds
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| And who can say how far away
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| This wayward train is bound?
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| O go to sleep you weary hobo
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| Lay back, lay back and close your eyes
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| I know you’ve seen a lot of sorrow
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| I know you’ve heard a lot of lies |