Then was the time I saw the great Hank Williams on the stage in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and he was all up in drag his rose 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 someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were 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 double shot of 'whatever you and laughingly said "I thought you dead" The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head and told her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of He sat there, in the TV Mascara streaked his
I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a 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 Hank Williams and we sang in harmony "Hey lookin', how's about cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they were calling last so I gave the barmaid a credit to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the stage was 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 and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug