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He kept her picture in his pocket

and he took it out each day

and looked upon her smiling face

that was fading fast away

it had been so many years now

since he'd lost his darling girl

and he kept his lonely vigil

for to him she meant the world

This old vagabond sat weeping

with her picture in his hand

staring at the old bent photo

of the girl who'd been his Anne

He'd loved her in his dashing youth

and he loved her yet today

but long ago he'd chose a path in life

that had taken him away

and he never did come home again

he just kept moving on alone

and he never had a fear

for her letters kept him well informed

and from her he'd always hear

Then one day there was no news at all

the letter never came

and the lonely crept into his life

and he never was the same

homesick now his life crept onward

and the months turned into years

and now without his darling Anne

his world felt full of tears

So one lone day he traveled home

to see what he could see

and it tore a piece right from his heart

for it wasn't what it used to be

For Anne had married years ago

now his parents too were gone

and he knew no one in his home town

and in his heart there was no song

Some one told him where his Anne lived now

so he went by to see

but grandkids played out in the yard

so he just let her be

and a happy couple sat outside

and they were holding hands

and a tear fell from his lonely eye

for the lady was his Anne

well the years have come and gone now

and still he travels on

and old man now, a vagabond

with friends and family gone

Now he sits here all alone

just waiting in the rain

sitting down there by the rail road tracks

just waiting for the train

for the wander lust still has him

but now he's ragged, old and grey

and tho his life is lonely

he'd find a friend along the wayy

He sits by a campfire in the night time

with a cup of coffee in his hand

he'd just sit and rest, take out the photo

and look again at pretty Anne

but some where he heard a lonesome whistle

and saw a headlight on the track

so he ran and jumped that freight train

and disappeared into the black

and old tramp now gone to the night

was he really ever there

a lonely man that's got no home

and no one seems to care