Hank And The Hobo

Well, Willie, he carried his guitar on his back
As he hopped aboard a freight train
And somewhere in the cold cold [Incomprehensible]
Songs of Hank he would sing

Then Willie would sing 'Your Cheatin' Heart'
'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry'
And when he'd sing 'You Win Again'
Not a hobo would have a dry eye

They say old Willie knew every song
That dear old Hank ever wrote
He'd sing them all word for word
And he'd play them note for note

Willie would sing 'Your Cold Cold Heart'
By the hobo campfire each night
And sometimes Willie to me would sing
'Praise God I Saw The Light'

Well, Willie was known on every line
They say he rode every train
His music was a legend among the hobos
And the songs of Hank that he sang