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 dawn
Songs of hank he would sing

Then willie would sing your cheating heart
I'm so lonesome i could cry
And when he sang 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 hobo's
And the songs of hank that he s-a-ng