Then was the time I saw the great Hank Williams 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 songs he sang of and pain, so pure perfect of human imperfections, it damn choked me up But the of the show, was kind of slow And someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the of the great Hank Williams' head As a busty blonde waitress poured 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 told her how he had been a big star but now country was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara his cheeks
When I was only years old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a 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 tape but it was of the great Williams and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's cookin' up with me"
Back at the bar they were calling call so I the barmaid a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the stage was and the great Hank Williams was gone so I her to call me a cab She if you like I can give you a ride, so there we were out the door and the city of brotherly love the night, out of sight In a VW Bug