Then there was the time
I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia
Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in drag
From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he belted
Out song after song as he drank from a brown paper bag
And the songs he sang of love and pain
So pure perfect reflections of human imperfections
It damn near choked me up
But the rest of the show, was kind of slow
And then someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently beating the living crap
Out of Cincinnati on the TV above
And a little to the left of the great Hank Williams' head
As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got'
And laughingly said "I thought you were dead"
The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head back
And told her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of freaks
He sat there, in the TV glare
Mascara streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene
With a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug
She was grown with some kids all her own
A committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in love
We had only one 8-track tape but it was of the late great
Hank Williams and we sang in two-part harmony
"Hey good lookin', how's about cookin'
Something up with me"
I saw the great Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia
Pennsylvania and he was all dressed up in drag
From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he belted
Out song after song as he drank from a brown paper bag
And the songs he sang of love and pain
So pure perfect reflections of human imperfections
It damn near choked me up
But the rest of the show, was kind of slow
And then someone woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently beating the living crap
Out of Cincinnati on the TV above
And a little to the left of the great Hank Williams' head
As a busty suicide blonde waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got'
And laughingly said "I thought you were dead"
The pool balls cracked as he tilted his head back
And told her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of freaks
He sat there, in the TV glare
Mascara streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen years old I went from Houston to Abilene
With a spunky stunningly handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug
She was grown with some kids all her own
A committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in love
We had only one 8-track tape but it was of the late great
Hank Williams and we sang in two-part harmony
"Hey good lookin', how's about cookin'
Something up with me"
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