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 song after as he drank from a brown paper bag And the songs he of love and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it damn choked me up But the rest of the show, was kind of And then someone me up
Later on the Astros were beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a to the left of the great Hank Williams' head As a busty suicide blonde poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly said "I thought you 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 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 with some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one 8-track tape but it was of the late 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 off and the stage 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 we were out the door and into the city of brotherly love the night, out of sight In a VW Bug