Lyrics Not Everybody Likes Us - Hank Williams III

Not Everybody Likes Us

Well, hello there folks
How the hell are you doin
It’s good to be in
Your local bar again
So let’s get loud
We’ll get stoned an get proud
Have a damn good time
Until the show’s end
Sometimes I’m wired
An' sometimes, I’m tired
But I’m doin' the best that I can
So let’s have a drink
And get drunk with Hank
An may the outlaws rise again
Well I’m a son of a son
I’ve got shit for what
I’ve said an done
Well, I remember watchin ol Waylon
When he was shootin his shotgun
It’s a certain kinda livin
It’s a certain kinda style
Not everybody likes us
But we we drive some folks wild
Well I think I’d rather eat the barrel
Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun
Than to hear that shit
They call pop-country music
On 98.1
Just so you know
So it’s set in stone
Kid Rock don’t come from
Where I come from:
Yeah, it’s true, he’s a Yank
He ain’t no son of Hank
And if you thought so
Well god-damn, you’re fucking dumb
So let’s get real loud
Let’s get stoned and proud
Pour me another shot of whiskey
An this one’s for the south
It’s a certain kinda livin
It’s a certain kinda style
Not everybody likes us
But we we drive some folks wild
Not everybody likes us
But we we drive some folks wild
Not everybody likes us
But we we drive some folks wild