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 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