Then was the time 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 he belted out song song as he drank from a brown paper bag And the songs he sang of and pain, so perfect reflections of human imperfections, it damn near me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And then woke me up
Later on the were silently beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV 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 said "I thought you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he his head back and told her how he had been a big but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara streaked his
When I was only years old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Bug She was grown some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had one 8-track tape but it was of the late great Hank and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey lookin', how's about cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they were calling call so I gave the barmaid a 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 we were out the door and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug