Not Everybody Likes Us Lyrics - Hank Williams Sr.

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 at an' 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 a glum with Hank, 

An' may the outlaws rise again. 

Well I'm a son of a son: 

I've got a chip of 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. 

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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 ninety-eight-point-one. 

Just so you know, so it's 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: 

If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb.