Then was the time I saw the great Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag 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 of love and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it near choked me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And then woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently 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 double 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 only sixteen old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown some kids all her own, a divorcee, and I was a man in love 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 about up with me"
Back at the bar they were calling call so I gave the a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark and the great Williams was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She said if you I can give you a ride, so there we were out the and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug