Then there was the I saw the great Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in From his rose red lips to his hips he belted out song after song as he drank from a brown bag And the songs he of love and pain, so pure reflections of human imperfections, it near choked me up But the rest of the show, was of slow And someone 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 busty suicide waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly said "I thought you dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head and her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I went from to Abilene a spunky stunningly 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 8-track tape but it was of the great Hank Williams and we sang in two-part "Hey good lookin', about cookin' up with 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 was gone 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 the night, out of sight In a VW Bug