Hank Williams Jr. Album

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I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all.
Now you all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see.
Hat and shade beard and all.
Now I have heard, mmm hmm, I've gotten' the word,
About all these silly imposters running 'round.
Let me tell you something now they ain't real,
They ain't got no scars, they ain't got no feel.
Why they don't know nothing about whiskey bent and hellbound.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm looking for some fun.
My name is Bocephus. I'm a son of a gun.


Some of us are born with it, some of us don't ever ever get it.
Thank God I'm a guitar man,
and its true I love the money
and its true I love all the honeys
but the thing I really love is to get down with the band.


Not everybody loves me but those that do will fight.
Right to the end they're guitar friends from legendary Saturday Nights.
I learned something from Lynyrd Skynyrd, from my Daddy and Ernest Tubb too.
I do country-rock. I do blues.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm going to have some fun.
Oh my name is Bocephus. 'ell, I'm a son of a gun.


Some of us are born with it.
Some of 'em don't ever, ever get it.
Thank God I'm a guitar man.
Oh its true I love the money
and I really, really love the honeys,
but the thing I really love is to get down with the band.


Oh boy. Ain't no rookies on this record.


I say my name is


B-O-C-E-P-H-U-S


OH YEAH!

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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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(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!

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Mothers against drunk drivers
The Pope is against the pill
The union's against the workers
Working against their will
The President's against the Congress
The Senate is against the House
People are against politicians
And I'm against cats in the house

But I'm for love and I'm for happiness
And I'm for “if you don't like it can't you just let it rest."
And I'm for turning off the music; turning down the lights
‘Cause I'm for nothing else but you and me tonight

The cities against the counties
The counties against the state
The state is against the government
And the highways still ain't paved
The banker's against the farmer
The farmer's against the wall
Doctors against me smoking
And the devil is against us all

But I'm for love and I'm for happiness
And I'm for “if you don't like it can't you just let it rest."
And I'm for turning off the tube; turning down the lights
‘Cause I'm for nothing else but you and me tonight

The cops are against the robbers
The laws are against the cops
Justice is against the system
And some people are blowing their tops
The horse is against the automobile
The bus is against the train
The train is against the jumbo jet
And I'm against fishing in the rain

But I'm for love I'm all for happiness
And I'm for “if you don't like it can't you just let it rest."
And I'm for turning off the tube; turning down the lights
‘Cause I'm for nothing else but you and me tonight

Hey, I'm for love I'm all for happiness
And I'm for not looking for something to make us mad
I'm all for turning off the music; turning down the lights
And I'm for nothing else but you and me tonight

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.

I was one of the chosen few, to be born in Alabam',
I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm proud of who I am.
I went through a lot of good women, and shook old Jim Beam's hand,
If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'm a happy right where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream.
They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
If they ain't got a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

All my rowdy friends have settled down
And they seem to be more into laid back songs
Nobody wants to get drunk and get loud everybody just wants to go back home
I myself have seen my wilder days and I have seen my name at the top of the page
But I need to find a friend just to run around
But nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down
And I think I know what my father meant when he sang about a lost highway
And ol' George Jones I'm glad to see is finally gettin' straight
And Waylon's stayin' home and lovin' Jessi more these days
And nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
And all my rowdy friends have settled down
[ mandolin - fiddle - steel ]
And the hangovers hurt more than they used to do
And cornbread and ice tea's took the place of pills and ninety proof
And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
But nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down
Yeah and I think I know what my father meant when he sang about a lost highway
And Johnny Cash don't act like he did back in '68
And Kris he is a movie star and he's moved off to LA
And nobody wants to get drunk and get loud
And all my rowdy friends have settled down
Yeah me and my rowdy friends done right it on down

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The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry...

The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown...

I live back in the woods, you see,
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me...

I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn...

Make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too,
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do...

We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We say grace, and we say ma'am,
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn...

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains, and the Western skies...

And we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

I had a good friend in New York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly...

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman...

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights,
And I'd send him some homemade wine...

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life...

I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eye
As I shoot him with my old forty-five
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We say grace, and we say ma'am,
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn...

We're from North California and South Alabam',
And little towns all around this land...

And we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line,
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

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