Then there was the I saw the great Hank 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 he sang of love and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it damn near me up But the of the show, was kind of slow And someone woke me up
Later on the were silently beating the living crap out of on the TV above and a little to the left of the great Hank head As a suicide blonde waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly "I thought you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head and told her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of He sat there, in the TV streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I from Houston to Abilene a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown with some 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 and we sang 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 Hank Williams 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