Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in From his rose red lips to his hips he belted out song after song as he from a brown paper bag And the songs he of love and pain, so perfect reflections of human 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 Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the of the great Hank Williams' head As a busty suicide blonde waitress him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly "I thought you were dead" The balls cracked as he tilted 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 streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Bug She was with some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one tape but it was of the late great Hank Williams and we in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they 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 Williams was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She if you like I can give 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