I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore. Even though I know what all his daddy done before. Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4.
One sultry summer morning in the year of 19-18. Three hundred men with ebony skin pulled out of Union Station. Headed out of Nashville for western Tennessee.
By David Allan Coe. . I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town. And she was no exception to the rule. Singing all them songs about the places I've been.
When I was a little boy. Daddy used to say to me "Son,". "We got a lot of land. We got a lot of work to be done". . Go get your marbles, put 'em in the house.
She's taken to walking alone in the evening. She's taken to sleeping all night in his chair. Together they both had a reason for living. Back when the felling of loving was there.
Fuckin in the butt. Fuckin in the butt. Fuckin in the butt. . I'd like to fuck the shit out of you. I'd like to fuck the shit out of you. I'd like to fuck the shit out of you.
Fuzzy was an outlaw swamp rat born and raised. Bought a motorcycle in his younger days. Rode into Kentucky to join the outlaw band. Fuzzy taught me how to make a livin' off the land.
I never meant to leave her my intentions were to stay. It wasn't nothing she had done or nothing she could say. To change this old familiar feeling that makes chills run through my skin.
I'm a cosmic cowboy. A big time player. I like Pantera, Kid Rock, and Slayer. I like Ice-T the rapper I mean. When it comes to drinkin' I like Jim Beam.
Hey, Fuck Anita Bryant. Who the Hell is she. Telling all them faggots. That they can't be free. Throw that bitch in prison. then maybe she'll see. just how much them goddamned homosexuals mean to me.
Far across the blue waters. Lives an old German's daughter. By the banks of the old river Rhine. Where I loved her and left her. But I can't forget her.
The last verse was the hardest the hardest to get through. This verse for old lost lovers this song I wrote for you. She's at the point of no return there's no more candles left to burn.
You know when I first started doing this album I thought. All these songs about just gettin' the divorce. And there was one thing I wanted to tell you darlin' darlin'.
Mama taught us how to sing in harmony. Grandma used to stomp her foot and slap her knee. I can still hear daddy singin'. Down by the old mill stream. When uncle Jim played the fiddle.
Take the jib sail down boys, take the jib sail down. Turn this ship around boys, before we run aground. The fish aren't biting today boys, fish aren't biting today.
If I ever needed love, I need it now. Honey, why can't you see me through me. When I pretend that I'm to strong to bend?. This heart can mend a lover or a friend.
On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic. There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn. Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing. And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long.
Face to face, toe to toe. Where we'll stop, heaven knows. Arm in arm, cheek to cheek. Whose to blame?. . Hand in hand, heart to heart. We never should have let it start.
It's a fairytale morning, the ocean looks turquoise. As if it was painted that way. The waves how they rush from the shore or the island. It carries my vision away.
Don't bite the dick that fucks you honey. You gotta learn to suck it funny. How those dicks taste all like rubber. Covered with goo. Some cums clear and some cums milky.