Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose red lips to his hips he belted out song after as he drank from a brown paper bag And the he sang of love and pain, so pure perfect of human imperfections, it near choked me up But the of the show, was kind of slow And then someone me up
Later on the Astros were beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV 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 laughingly "I thought you were dead" The pool balls 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 Mascara streaked his
When I was only sixteen years old I went 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 8-track 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 a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark and the Hank 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 were out the door and into the city of love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug