Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose red lips to his rhinestone he belted out song after as he drank from a brown paper bag And the he sang of love 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 Astros were silently beating the crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the great Hank Williams' As a busty suicide blonde poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly said "I you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he his head back and told her how he had been a big star but now country music was of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I from Houston to Abilene with a spunky handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was grown some kids all her own, a divorcee, and I was a man in love We had only one 8-track but it was of the late great Williams and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's about Something up me"
Back at the bar they were calling last so I gave the barmaid a card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark 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 city of brotherly Into the night, out of In a VW Bug