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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


Family Tradition (1978)
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There's a light, certain kind of light
That never shines on me
I want my life to be lived with you
I want to live with you

There's a way, everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring if I ain't got you
If I ain't got you?

Baby, you don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody like I love you

There's a brain, I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
'Cause I'm blind, so very blind

But babe, I'm a man, can't you see that I am
I live and I breathe for you
What good does it do? 'Cause I ain't got you
I ain't got you

Baby, you don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody like I love you

You don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody
Love somebody like I've been loving you

Baby, you don't know what it's like
Baby, you don't know what it's like
To love somebody

. . .


Old flame new fire let the good times roll while the fire burns out of control
Hello honey (how you doin') it's so good to see you
Sure has been a long time come right on in
You can kick your shoes off you can let your hair down
Baby you're lookin' so good just like I knew you would
Old flame new fire burnin' so hot cause we got a whole lot to catch up on
Old flame new fire let the good times roll while the fire burns out of control

Gonna make up for lost time I'm gonna make you a believer
I'm gonna spend your loving like money from home
You and me together ah we can make a good thing better
Can't do no wrong honey child from now on
Old flame new fire burnin'...

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The evening is lonesome babe,
And the dead of night is cruel.
And I recall all the things we done.
Ya know I'm always loving you.

Sometimes I think that my trains done gone.
The way all old things must do.
Yet I still wait for it's return,
Just like I still wait for you.

And I still hear that old whipperwill.
I've seen the ghost of the midnight train.
And I still love to walk alone,
Down by the old union station in the rain.

Now I don't know where you are tonight,
But I feel you across the miles.
Am I still standing there inside your mind,
Just behind a pretty smile.

Hey babe, can ya hear that old whipperwill?
Have ya seen the ghost on the midnight train?
Do you still love to go alone,
Down by the old union station in the rain?
Down by the old Montgomery station in the rain.

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Wouldn't it be so nice if we could all live in peace and harmony
If Arab and Jew and North and South and me and you could just work it all out
I used to cry and wonder why war had to be fought and people have to die
But now they don't count all I think about
Is that me and you could just work it all out
I had a dream the world's leaders came together to talk and stop to think
I wish me and you could make it come true and show the world how to work it all out
The yellow and red the black and white
North and South me and you we could work it all out

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A breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I wanted money cause I had none I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I left my baby and I feel so bad I guess the race is run
Cause he's the best man I ever had I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
[ guitar ]
A robbin' people with a sixgun I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I miss my baby and the good fun I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the law won
I left my baby...
I left my baby...
I fought the law (and the law won)
I fought the law (and the law won)

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Country music singers
Have always been a real close family,
But lately some of my kinfolks
Have disowned a few others and me
I guess it's because
I kind of changed my direction
Lord I guess I went and broke their family tradition

They get on me and want to know Hank
Why do you drink?
Hank why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Over and over
Everybody makes my prediction
So if I get stoned, I'm just carrying on
An old family tradition

I am very proud
Of my daddy's name
All though his kind of music
And mine ain't exactly the same
Stop and think it over
Put yourself in my position
If I get stoned and sing all night long its a family tradition

Don't ask me,
Hank why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a honky-tonk
And some ole slick's trying to give me friction
I'll say leave me alone
I'm singing all night long
It's a family tradition

Lord I have loved some ladies
And I have loved Jim Beam
And they both tried to kill me in 1973.
When that doctor asked me,
Son how did you get in this condition?
I said, hey sawbones,
I'm just carrying on an ole family tradition

So don't ask me,
Hank why do you drink?
Hank, why do roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over,
Try and put yourself in my unique position
If I get stoned and sing all night long, its a family tradition!

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Everybody knows you've been stepping on my toes
And I'm getting pretty tired of it
Stepping out of line and a messing with my mind
If you had any sense you'd quit

'Cause ever since you was a little bitty teeny girl
You said I was the only one in this whole world
Better do some thinking, honey, then you'll find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line
Walk the line, walking the line

I keep a working every day, all you wanna do is play
And I'm tired of staying out all night
I'm a coming unglued from your funny little moods
Now, honey, baby, that ain't right

'Cause ever since you was a little bitty teeny girl
You said I was the only man in this whole world
Better do some thinking, honey, you might find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line
Walk the line, walking the line, walking the line

You keep a packing up my clothes, nearly everybody knows
That you're still just a putting me on
When I start a walking, gonna hear you start a talking
And a begging me to come back home

'Cause ever since you was a little bitty teeny girl
You said I was the only one in this whole world
Better do some thinking, honey, you might find
You got the only daddy that'll walk the line
Walk the line, walking the line, walk the line

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I'm sure that I won't be your first or your last.
I'm sure I'm just one of many.
You are the kind that would make a man ask,
"Does she love me or this money?"

But I'll pay whatever the cost,
Tryin' to get back part of me that I lost.
I'll stand in line, payin' on time for you.

I guess that it's true that most men are weak.
They just can't make it alone.
They like to be known by the women they keep,
Instead of one woman at home.

So I'll pay whatever it takes,
Tryin' to get back part of my younger days.
Yeah, I'll stand in line, payin' on time for you.

So I'll pay whatever it takes,
Tryin' to get back part of my yesterdays.
Yeah, I'll stand in line, I'll pay on time for you.

. . .


I went down to the Mary Carter Paint store
I said give me one of them Smith & Wesson magnum 44’s
Cause there’s a man that the law let loose
And justice was not done
This man killed my wife and my only little son

I’ll never forget the way he looked all thru the trial
He had his big named lawyer
And he had that smirkey smile
Whoa yeah he got you off on a technicality
But you have to grow wings and fly
To ever get away from me

Cause I got rights
I got rights too
And this time there won’t be no damn lawyers
And systems to protect you
I’m gonna read you
I’m gonna read you your rights
You got a right to know that you gonna go
To hell one of these black nights

And when the trial was over he had the nerve to say
That’s the way it goes
I said well hoss you better get you some corks
Cause your gonna have to plug up a few holes
Guess he thought I was talking
Just to pass away time
But he kinda looks different now
On his knees begging for his life

He I got rights
I got some rights too
And this time there won’t be no damn lawyers
And systems to protect you
But I’m gonna read you
I’m gonna read you your rights
Because I want you to know that you’re gonna go
To hell one of these black nights

Naw and this time there n’aint no damn lawyers
And systems to save you

. . .


I just ain't been able to write no song
Guess I have been gone for too long
I hate to but I got to get back to getting stoned
'Cause I just ain't been able to write no song

I just ain't been able to sing no blues
But Lord knows I sure oughta know just how to
'Cause everybody's gone, now, Lord, except me and You
But I just ain't been able to sing those blues

I just ain't been able to keep no wife
But you know I tried hard a couple of times
They always said, "Is it gonna be your music or me"
And I just ain't been able to agree

I just ain't never made no superstar
But I will keep on playing this white guitar
I don't know how long or how far
But I just love to play these honky tonk bars

I hate to but I got to get back to getting stoned
'Cause I just ain't been able to write no song

Can't write no songs

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