Thanks,
Val G.
Tucson
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On my way to the Telluride sawmill, today,
I thought of an old friend who'd long gone away
He took to traveling when he turned seventeen
I stayed at home with the family
A collector of dreams was my old friend
Talked about the times yet to come
But I took to working at the Telluride sawmill
I've been there since I turned twenty-one
And the river keeps rolling past the
south county line
I'd love to roll with it but I've run out of time
The days roll by like the logs on the river
And I know I ain't getting no younger
We were kids growing up in the rockies,
When the mountains were young and so free
He was my friend and my equal
Though in years he was younger by three
We grew up in the usual fashion
Never wanting to grow up at all
Then I found a family and he found the rails
And he left on the train for Saint Paul
Mr. Preacher can you give me an answer
Lord, I can't go on this way
I'm getting old and I don't feel so good
Have I just been wasting my time?
Telluride, Telluride
Have I just been wasting my time?
>I am looking for the lyrics to Hobo's Lullabye ...
CHORUS
Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by
Can't you hear those steel rails hummin'?
That's the hobo's lullabye
Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
Let tomorrow come and go
Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
Safe from all the wind and snow.
I know your clothes are torn and tattered
And your hair is turning grey
Rest your head in weary slumber
(or...Lift your head and smile at trouble)
You'll find peace and rest someday.
I know the police give you trouble
They cause trouble everywhere
When you die and go to heaven
There'll be no policemen there.