Альбом Hank Williams Jr.

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...

This is the coalition, to ban coalitions
I ain't a politician, but I've got views
Some folks want to ban cars, some want to get rid of Fender guitars
Why don't, you do your thing and we do our thing too

Now they want to take my cigarettes, and all my good whiskey
And these damn coalitions, they're are after you and me
They want to get rid of my forty fours, and all the R rated films
If they only knew how much, we'd all love to get rid of them

And this is a coalition, to ban coalitions
The views of a musician, yeah I've got some
Some folks want to ban cars, some want to get rid of electric guitars
Why can't everybody else leave everybody else alone

Now the latest thing they want to stamp out, is violence on TV
And the worst of all is that Oscar winning rabbit, Bugs Bunny
Farewell Foghorn Leghorn, so long Yosemite Sam
They're missin' with our heroes, and we got to stop 'em now

This is the coalition, to ban coalitions
I ain't a politician, but I've got views
Some folks want to ban cars, some want to get rid of Fender guitars
Why don't, you do your thing and we do our thing too

And this is a coalition, to ban coalitions
The views of a musician, yeah I've got some
Some folks want to ban cars, some want to get rid of electric guitars
Why can't everybody else leave everybody else alone

(Hey) You do your thing, and we'll do our thing too

(Next thing you know they'll wanna stamp out ducks)

Back about 1825 I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would've got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a ridin' on the Tennessee Stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

The Tennesee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

We drifted on down onto no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaiard foal
'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud

Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be
Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
Cause he was dreaming of his sweetheart, too
We loped right back across Arkansas
I whipped her brother and whipped her pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a riding on the Tennessee Mare

The Tennesee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
And the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby and the cabin floor
A little horse cold playin' round the door
And I love the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare

The Tennesee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

Sometimes I wake up
And drag my sorry ass out of bed
Sometimes I don't
And I just lay there instead
I'm going down to the store today
And hope my cold sores all go away
Sometimes I just put on my socks

Well, I'm Ramblin' in my shoes
I'm ramblin' in my shoes
I'm a-ramblin' in my shoes
'Cause I got a hole in my socks

Sometimes I wet the bed
And lie in my own filth
Sometimes I don't
I get up and go to the bathroom
I'm going down to the store today
And hope my cold sores all go away
Sometimes I just go barefooted

Well, I'm Ramblin' in my shoes
I'm ramblin' in my shoes
I'm a-ramblin in my shoes
'Cause I got a hole in my socks

repeat verse 2 three more times and fade out.

I got someone at home
Don't know what's going on
Thinks I love her and her alone
And the pressure is on

I got a new love, you see
She does new things to me
We sneak our love you's on the phone
And the pressure is on

And it puts pressure on a man
If he ever lets his heart call his hand
He ain't no rolling stone
But the pressure is on

Feel like your ten thousand feet
Down under the sea
and its crushing all your bones
And the pressure is on

The trains I ride in my dreams
Run on the pressure of the steam
Lord, I could pull one a mile long
'Cause the pressure is on

Lord, I could pull one a mile long
'Cause the pressure is on

The pressure is on
The pressure at home

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

I don't care if tomorrow never comes
This world holds nothing for me
I've been lonely night and day ever since you went away
So I don't care if tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes and the sun don't ever shine
It won't matter with me
For when she left away my world ended that day
So I don't care if tomorrow never comes

My lonely mind goes back to days that used to be
My broken heart cries out for you
Oh if I can't have you here I can't go on my dear
So I don't care if tomorrow never comes

If tomorrow never comes...
George when she left away poor Hank my world ended that day
I don't care if tomorrow never comes

Mr. Weatherman, what is your forecast?
I need a major change I can't stand no more rain
Everything's been going wrong
Please, tell me it's something in the ozone
Or is the atmosphere and pressure just too strong?
I can't ride out one more storm

'Cause I've had too many highs and too many lows
Too many storms and tornadoes
I need some blue skies and sunshine
I need a good outlook tonight

'Cause I've had too many highs and too many lows
Too many storms and tornadoes
I need some blue skies and sunshine
I need a good outlook tonight

I heard cowboys should never cry,
But there are some things that bring tears to my eyes.
Some old movies they've shown,
Some old people all alone,
And everytime I hear that song.

Everytime I hear that song,
I think of someone who is gone,
And the hurtin' starts comin' on real strong,
Everytime I hear that song.

What makes big old boys like me,
Get down on bended knee?
And today's girl who's moving ahead,
Stay at home all night crying in bed.
It's those old loves that linger on,
Just like some of those good old songs.

Everytime I hear that song,
I think of someone who is gone,
And the hurtin' starts comin' on real strong,
Everytime I hear that song.

(Don, tell us how it really was when you was working with daddy)
Well, in 1950, I took a little nip
Along with Mr Williams on the way to Mississippi
We were stacked eight deep in a Packard limousine
When we met this promoter in the town of New Orleans
Well the man told daddy he had what it took
And he liked the way he sang and he liked the way he shook
He said pretty soon he'd make us all rich
And we started believing that fat sumbitch
Now daddy told the man if you wanna make some dough
Take a little money and book me on a show
And we played them dates and we filled the places well
But Hank he done blowed the profit all to hell
Cause he'd run through a ten and he'd run through a twenty
And he'd run through a hundred just as hard as he could go
Like a big (unknown) to a little bitty feller
He'd spend a thousand dollars on a hundred dollar show
Hank looked at me with a funny looking grin
Said I been to the Opry and I'm going back again
We met the owner in a little office there
A big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told Hank he wanted half of everything he made
Or he'd have to tell Audrey bout some women Hank had laid
And you told daddy he'd better get smart
Get rid of them fellas and make a new start
Then he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired every body just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Well every song he made it went to number one
Y'all was workin like hell and you was havin fun
We was ridin every day and playin every night
And every twenty minutes some of us had a fight
Now daddy he was makin money hand over fist
And y'all was getting screwed but you wasn't gettin kissed
Yeah I told him to pass a liitle bit around
But he said he'd rather send it to his folks in Alabama
So he fired your ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Now the owner of the Opry he's doin pretty good
He's got a music company that they call Cedarwood
And Hank played nothin but sold out halls
And I was pumpin gas in greasy overalls
Cause he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
And he fired some people that he didn't even know
Hank'd run through a fifty and he'd run through a hundred
And he'd run through a thousand just as hard as he could go
Buying Cadillac coupes paying double alimony
And he fired some people that he didn't even know