Then was the time I saw the great Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all up in drag From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he out song after song as he drank from a paper bag And the songs he of love and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it damn near me up But the rest of the show, was kind of And someone woke me up
Later on the Astros silently beating the living crap out of on the TV above and a little to the left of the Hank Williams' head As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a shot of 'whatever you got' and said "I thought you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he his head back and told her how he had a big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara his cheeks
When I was sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one 8-track but it was of the late great Hank Williams and we in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', about cookin' Something up me"
at the bar they were calling last call so I gave the barmaid a card to pay up my tab The TV was off and the stage was dark and the great Hank was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She said if you like I can you a ride, so there we were out the door and the city of brotherly love the night, out of sight In a VW Bug