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Tonight as I lay on the box car
Just waiting for a train to pass by
What will become of the Hobo
Whenever his time comes to die

There's a master up yonder in Heaven
Got a place we might call our home
Will we have to work for a living
Or can we continue to roam

Will there be any frieght trains in Heaven
Any box cars in which we might hide
Will there be any tough cops or brakeman
Will they tell us that we can not ride

Will the Hobo chum with the richman
Will we always have enough money to spare
Will they have respect for the Hobo
In that land that lies hidden up there

This Steam Locomotive was used at Eastman Chemical Company in Kingsport in the earlier years.I have no idea about it orgin or its maker and where used if known. Please let me know and I will add info
Photo Maybe Eastman Kodak file

The Bristol Va.Norfolk Southern on a cold day December 2000.I doubt there would be any Hobo's here today.No place to hide and not much to ride.Double Stack coming into yard from the north.I have seen this yard at capacity many times.

Life is like a mountian railroad,
With an engineer so brave.
We must make the run sucessful,
From the cradle to the grave.
Watch the curves ,the hills,the tunnel,
Never falter,never fail.
Keep your hand upon the throttle,
And your eye upon the rail.

Chorus
Oh blessed Saviour,Thou will guide us,
'Til we reach that blissful shore,
Where the angles wait to join us.
In God's grace for-ever more.

As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordans swelling tide.
You behold the union depot,
Into which your train will glide.
Where you'll meet the Superintendant,
God the Father,God the Son.
With a hearty,joyous greeting:
Weary pilgrim,welcome home