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