In
this false and soulless age,
we all tied to a gray wire whale.
Blind faith and promises are hanging on a rusty nail.
We all end up in Nashville scrounging for our next meal.
When the devil's lawyer shows up, says,
Sign here, it's a hell of a deal.
Hank Williams died on New Year's Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood.
And now fancy boys prance around on stages.
Well, wait and watch, girl.
An
old preacher will appear just before our last breath,
saying whoever believes the word there
shall not taste death.
Still we stutter and we stammer and we fall down on our knees,
as desperate as a real estate agent at the Salton Sea.
Hank Williams died on New Year's Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood.
And now fancy boys prance around on stages.
Well, wait and watch, sir.
They
say your life will flash before your eyes,
before your soul takes leave.
And none but God can see your sins.
I guess that's some relief.
Before the last waltz is over,
a new song shall begin.
The vandals brought the handle back,
so the pump works once again.
Hank Williams died on New Year's Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood.
And now fancy boys prance around on stages.
Well, wait and watch, though.
Where I'm going for my bad past,
I ain't gonna need a toothbrush.
It's gonna take more than the soap in my mouth,
like when mama first heard me cuss.
Willie said,
roll them up and smoke them,
it'll be easier with a bong.
Just throw my ashes in the face of who's
got this week's number one country song.
Hank Williams died on New Year's Day in a Cadillac Fleetwood.
And now fancy boys prance around on stages.
Well, wait and watch, sir.
Now fancy boys prance around on stages.
Well, wait and watch, sir.