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Hank Williams Jr.
Hank Williams Jr.


Background information
Birth name Randall Hank Williams
Born May 26, 1949
Born place Shreveport, Louisiana, US
Genre(s) Country
Outlaw country
Southern Rock
Country Rock
Years active 1957—present
Label(s) Curb Records
MGM Distribution
Website Website



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Hank Williams Jr. Album


A Tribute to My Father (1993)
1993
1.
2.
Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way
3.
Lovesick Blues (feat. Leon Redbone)
4.
5.
A Whole Lot of Hank
6.
7.
8.
The Conversation (feat. Waylon Jennings)
9.
10.
. . .


When you are sad and lonely and have no place to go
Call me up, sweet baby, and bring along some dough
And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin'
Honky tonkin', honey baby
We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town.

When you and your baby have a fallin' out
Just call me up sweet mama and we'll go steppin' out
And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin'
Honky tonkin', honey baby
We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town.

We're goin' to the city - to the city fair
If you go to the city then you will find me there
And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin'
Honky tonkin', honey baby
We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town.

Repeat first verse

. . .

Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way

[No lyrics]

. . .


I got a feelin' called the blu-ues, oh, Lawd
Since my baby said good- bye
And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo
All I do is sit and sigh-igh, oh, Lawd
That last long day she said good- bye
Well Lawd I thought I would cry
She'll do me, she'll do you, she's got that kind of lovin'
Lawd, I love to hear her when she calls me
Sweet dad-ad-ad-dy, such a beautiful dream
I hate to think it all o-o-ver
I've lost my heart it seems
I've grown so used to you some- how
Well, I'm nobody's sugar- daddy now
And I'm lo-on-lonesome
I got the Lovesick Blu-ues.

Well, I'm in love, I'm in love, with a beautiful gal
That's what's the matter with me
Well, I'm in love, I'm in love, with a beautiful gal
But she don't care about me
Lawd, I tried and I tried, to keep her satisfied
But she just wouldn't stay
So now that she is lea-eav-in'
This is all I can say.

REPEAT

. . .


(Don, tell us how it really was when you was working with daddy)
Well, in 1950, I took a little nip
Along with Mr Williams on the way to Mississippi
We were stacked eight deep in a Packard limousine
When we met this promoter in the town of New Orleans
Well the man told daddy he had what it took
And he liked the way he sang and he liked the way he shook
He said pretty soon he'd make us all rich
And we started believing that fat sumbitch
Now daddy told the man if you wanna make some dough
Take a little money and book me on a show
And we played them dates and we filled the places well
But Hank he done blowed the profit all to hell
Cause he'd run through a ten and he'd run through a twenty
And he'd run through a hundred just as hard as he could go
Like a big (unknown) to a little bitty feller
He'd spend a thousand dollars on a hundred dollar show
Hank looked at me with a funny looking grin
Said I been to the Opry and I'm going back again
We met the owner in a little office there
A big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told Hank he wanted half of everything he made
Or he'd have to tell Audrey bout some women Hank had laid
And you told daddy he'd better get smart
Get rid of them fellas and make a new start
Then he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired every body just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Well every song he made it went to number one
Y'all was workin like hell and you was havin fun
We was ridin every day and playin every night
And every twenty minutes some of us had a fight
Now daddy he was makin money hand over fist
And y'all was getting screwed but you wasn't gettin kissed
Yeah I told him to pass a liitle bit around
But he said he'd rather send it to his folks in Alabama
So he fired your ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Now the owner of the Opry he's doin pretty good
He's got a music company that they call Cedarwood
And Hank played nothin but sold out halls
And I was pumpin gas in greasy overalls
Cause he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Hank'd run through a fifty and he'd run through a hundred
And he'd run through a thousand just as hard as he could go
Buying Cadillac coupes paying double alimony
And he fired some people that he didn't even know

. . .

A Whole Lot of Hank

[No lyrics]

. . .


Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

. . .


I came in lastnight and I don't know when.
That woman of mine she wouldn't let me in.
I said Move it on over. Move it on over.
Move over little dog 'cause the big dog's movin' in.

She told me once, she told me twice.
I don't take no gal's advice.
Pack it on over. Move it on over.
Move over old dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

She told me not to mess around.
I done let that deal go down.
Slide it on over. Move it on over.
Move over skinny dog 'cause the fat dog's movin' in.

The dog house here is kinda small,
But it's got good sounds and they're wall-to-wall.
Get it on over. Move it on over.
Move over Little dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

She crawled back to me on her knees.
But I'm busy 'cause I got new fleas.
Get it on over. Scoot it on over.
Move over old dog 'cause the new dog's movin' in.

Yeah, I came in lastnight and I don't know when.
That second wife of mine, she wouldn't let me in.
I said Move it on over. Scoot it on over.
Move over old dog, the fat dog's movin' in.

Yeah, move over old dog. The hot dog's movin' in.

. . .


(Waylon):
Hank, Lets talk bout your daddy.
Tell me how your mama loved that man.

(Hank)
Just break out the bottle hoss,
I'll tell ya bout the driftin cowboy band.
We won't talk about the habits.

(Both)
Just the music and the man.
Thats all.

(Waylon)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me,
Did your daddy really write all them songs?
Did he?

(Hank)
That don't deserve no answer hoss,
Let's light up and just move along.

(Waylon)
Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama,
And about the man who done her wrong?
You know that.

(Both)
Yeah, back then they called him crazy,
Nowadays they call him a saint.
Now the ones who called him crazy,
Are still ridin' on his name.

(Waylon)
Well if he was here right now Bocephus,
Would he think that we were right?
Do you think he might?

(Hank)
Don't you know he would walk tall sir,
Be right here by our side.

(Waylon)
If we left for a show in Provo,

(Both)
He'd be the first one on the bus
And ready to ride.
Last one to go, hoss.

(Waylon)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy,
Oh, I hope he's doin well.

(Hank)
He is, 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now,
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell.

(Waylon)
I won't ask you no more questions
(Both)
To the stories only Hank can tell.

Back then they called him crazy,
Nowadays they call him a saint.
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry,
And that caused his greatest pain.

(Hank)
I'd love to tell you about lovesick
And how Miss Audrey loved that man.

(Waylon)
You know I've always loved to listen,
To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band.
That man.

(Hank)
You know, When we get right down to it,
He's still the most wanted outlaw in the land.

(Both)
Yeah!














. . .


You wore out a brand new trunk a packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad he done got peeved you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
You're gonna change your way of livin' change the things you do
Stop doin' all the things that you oughtn't to
Your daddy's mad I done got peeved you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
[ guitar ]
Now this ain't right that is wrong you just keep nuggin' me all the day long
And it's gotta stop I don't mean please you're gonna change or I'm a gonna leave
You're gonna change...
Now honey you got to change ha ha honey there ain't no way

. . .


I like Charlie Daniels
And I love big John Cash.
And I think Waylon "Wall-Tosser" Jennings is a table thumping smash.
Playing with Marshall Tucker Band was as good as smoking grass.
But anyone that don't like Hank Williams,
They can kiss our ass.

Cause I think what they done was well worth doin',
And they're doin' it the best that they can.
Oh, but you're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand.

Now I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard and George Jones.
Shotgun Willie Nelson, and them rockin' Rolling Stones.
Everything the Eagles do.
I'm in love with Linda Rondstadt.
But anyone that don't like Hank Williams,
They can kiss our ass.

Cause I think what they done was well worth doin',
And they're doin' it the best that they can.
Oh, but you're the only one that you are screwin'
When you put down what you don't understand.

Oh, I ain't sayin' that he was the first, or the last.
But if you don't like Hank Williams,
You can kiss our ass.

. . .


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