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