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Jr. Hank Williams

Old Frank

 

Old Frank

(album: Blue's My Name - 1966)


Sitting by a campfire eating old pork and meats
Waiting on an old slow freight heading south to New Orleans
They say it's warm and there's a hot a pretty Creol queen
So I'm leaving this poor north so cold and eating shramps instead of beans
Just like old Frank sitting there by me the fire was dying neath the pot
And his hands so old tremble from the cold a scene I've never forgot
He said son go on home to your mama before you wind up like me
Hurting everyone else including yourself don't waste your life foolishly
I could see the tears filling his eyes as he handed me a picture faded bad
And as the angel of death took his last breath
There's standing by me in the picture I could see old Frank and it was sign of death

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