Lyrics:
and Hank Williams bless his name
Though some are gone they'll live forever in the Country Hall of Fame
I tear of a f-ton of Afton!
Somebody, clean up this Withered brit! (Hank)
Looking and smelling worse
Than Queen Elizabeth!
I'm making rackets with
alone
The road I've been traveling is as rocky as Maine's coast
Got me feeling like Hank William's ghost
One foot on the ground and the other in the grave
Let your hands hit the ceilin', your mans with the dealings
Old habits like Hank Williams, they mad, they in their feelings
I'm beastin', they hardly
Jim Beam, Jack D, Evan Williams, that's me
Tellin' Ginuwine "I love Hank sing in that key"
Now he's lookin' at me, like Bub you alright
Yeah I party
black and white
The greatest congregation you ever seen
Little Jimmy and Bill Monroe own the stage tonight
Ole Hank Williams and Minnie Pearl right by my
the Fish you know
I got Emmylou, U2 and Arlo, James Taylor, Jimmie Rodgers, Hank Williams, Mojo Nixon,
Hendrix, Haggard and a whole lot more
In that dusty
my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank Williams
How lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing
my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all
All those times, I still remember
When shit really felt together
Now my heart is cold, December
Yours is still warm, September
I feel like Hank
a bottle
I've been so lonesome I made Hank Williams
Look like a party of five
I've been beat up, broke down
Loaded on a truck and driven into town
I always
goat
I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember
And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote
And I can sing all them
goat
I've been the Rhinestone Cowboy for so long, I can't remember
And I can do you every song, Hank Williams ever wrote
And I can sing all them
a town called Paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
And the river flows
Call them
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna
can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all
old country songs
Like old Hank Williams when he'd sing about lonesome
And Hag about misery and gin
If the jukebox would play Patsy's 'Crazy'
Then
Headlights on a Texas road
And Hank Williams on the radio
Church wedding, they spent all they had
Now the deal is done to become Mom and Dad
I'M GONNA SING
Writer Hank Williams
CHORUS
When I get to Glory, I'm gonna sing, sing, sing
I'm gonna let the hallelujahs ring
I'm gonna praise my
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all
You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see
Hat and shade
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all
You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see
Hat and shade
memories way back
Take me way back, Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet on Sunday afternoons in winter
Sidney Bechet, Sunday
and then voice
Music and writing, words
I'll be satisfied as long
Memories, memories way back
Take me way back
Hyndford Street and Hank Williams
As I walk,
_-_Roskilde_Festival_2012.jpg/300px-Hank_Williams_III_(Hank3)_-_Roskilde_Festival_2012.jpg "Hank Williams III")
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