Then was the time I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his red lips to his rhinestone hips he belted out song after song as he drank from a brown bag And the songs he sang of and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it near choked me up But the of the show, was kind of slow And then woke me up
on the Astros were silently beating the living crap out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the great Hank Williams' As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a double 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 music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara streaked his
When I was only years old I went from Houston to Abilene a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Volkswagen 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 late Hank Williams and we in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's 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 of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug