Then was the time I saw the great Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose red to his rhinestone hips he belted out song after song as he drank from a 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 someone 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 Williams' head As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a shot of 'whatever you got' and said "I thought you were dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his back and her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of freaks He sat there, in the TV Mascara streaked his
When I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to with a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Bug She was grown with some 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 Hank and we sang in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', how's cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they were last call so I gave the barmaid a card to pay up my tab The TV was off and the stage was dark and the Hank Williams was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She said if you like I can you a ride, so we were out the door and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug