Then there was the I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all up in drag From his red lips to his rhinestone hips he belted out song after song as he drank a brown paper bag And the songs he of love and pain, so pure perfect of human imperfections, it damn choked me up But the rest of the show, was kind of And then woke 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 waitress him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and said "I thought you were dead" The pool 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 Mascara streaked his
When I was only sixteen old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly 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 8-track but it was of the late great Williams and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey lookin', how's about cookin' up with me"
Back at the bar they calling last call so I gave the barmaid a credit to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the stage was and the great Hank Williams was 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 into the of brotherly love the night, out of sight In a VW Bug