Old Frank

Sittin' by a campfire eatin' old pork and meats



Waitin' on an old slow freight headin' south to New Orleans



They say it's warm and there's a hot a pretty Creol queen



So I'm leavin' this poor north so cold and eatin' shramps instead of beans



Just like old Frank sittin' 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



Hurtin' everyone else includin' 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