Bill Isles – Hobos In The Roundhouse chords

 G                          C            GFrom seven to seven, every night of the week
                                               DFixin' trains in the roundhouse, I work on my feet
    C                                             GAnd I told my children, I hope the bedbugs don't bite
                       X              D           GAnd I've got hobos sleeping in the roundhouse tonight.


 G                          C            GFrom Akron to Hinckley and Prairie de Chein
                                                         DThey are soldier and lawyers and I believe what they're sayin'
    C                                             GAnd I'll roust them at four and they'll head down the line
               X                D         GMy hoboes sleepin' in the roundhouse tonight.


C                                        GGoodnight, my hobos, rest your vagabond heads
         C                                      DOn your old knapsack pillows in your gunnysack bed
       C                            GFor a few stolen hours, you'll be alright
             X                 D         GMy hobos sleepin' in the roundhouse tonight.


 G                          C            GWell, they hired a new man to work as a guard
                                             DEvery mornin' at sunrise he checks out the yard,
    C                                                   GBut for now, I don't trust him, though he seems pretty nice
                      X                 D      G'Cause I got hobos sleepin' in the roundhouse tonight.


 G                          C            GWell, I asked my Savior, "What should I do?
                                                DIf I'm caught helping hobos my job could be through."
    C                                     GAnd I heard the answer, so clear and so bright,
                  X                 D           G"Are My hobos sleeping in your roundhouse tonight"


C                                        GGoodnight, my hobos, rest your vagabond heads
         C                                      DOn your old knapsack pillows in your gunnysack bed
       C                            GFor a few stolen hours, you'll be alright
             X                 D         GMy hobos sleepin' in the roundhouse tonight.

Goodnight, boys.