Then was the time I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all up in drag From his rose red lips to his 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 of human imperfections, it damn near me up But the of the show, was kind of slow And then woke me up
Later on the Astros were beating the living crap out of on the TV above and a little to the left of the great Hank head As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a double of 'whatever you got' and laughingly said "I thought you dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head and told her how he had been a big star but now 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 woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown with 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 in two-part harmony "Hey lookin', how's about cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they calling last 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 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 door and into the of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug