Then was the time I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he out song after song as he drank a brown paper bag And the songs he sang of and pain, so pure reflections of human imperfections, it near choked me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And then woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently beating the living out of on the TV above and a to the left of the great Hank Williams' head As a busty suicide waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly "I thought 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 went Houston to Abilene with a spunky handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was with some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one tape but it was of the late 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 last so I the barmaid a credit 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 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