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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
