Hank III Album

Satan is real working in spirit
You can see him an' hear him every day
Satan is real working with power
He can tempt you an' lead you astray

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Well, my worn out boots are takin' me down town
An' I'm lookin' for trouble an' I wanna get loud
Serve me up a drink an' I'll shoot it right down
An' I'll jump up on the bar an' holler: "One more round."

I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
An' I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round

Well, back in the day with my Uncle Jim
He kept a lotta moonshine out in the shed
Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud
Of my hillbilly ways an' my outlaw style

I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
An' I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round

(Instrumental break)

Well, I'm bracin' these back roads tryin' to save my life
'Cause the Sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife
I was on the run with a gun in my hand
'Cause I liked a good time an' a one-night stand

I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
Ain't nothin' slowin' me down
I'm goin' straight to hell (hell, hell)
So you just better get me one more round
Hell, you just better get me one more round

I been beat up bad, I been kicked around,
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town,
In this old town.
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun,
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run,
Yeah, I'm a-runnin' an' a-gunnin' an' a-lookin' for a damn good time.

I done so much trip, I can't look you in the eye,
You know I's tryin' to find that ultimate high,
An' I was hangin' with my good friend, an' his name is David Allan Coe.
(Coe, Coe, Coe.)
Well, I was runnin' real hard an' he was runnin' real fast,
An' we got caught-up, up there on the pass:
And we ended up back at this bar on the side of that road.

I been beat up bad, I been kicked around,
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town,
In this old town.
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun,
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run,
An' I'm a-runnin' an' a-gunnin' an' a-lookin' for a damn good time.

-Instrumental Break-

I done so much trip, I can't look you in the eye,
You know I's tryin' to find that ultimate high,
An' I was hangin' out with my friend Mr, er, George Jones.
(Jones, Jones.)
Well, I was messed up bad an' he was messed right,
An' me an' George, well we sat an' talked all night,
About the good times an' how country music's lost it's soul.

I been beat up bad, I been kicked around,
I been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town,
In this old town.
I guess you don't like the way we like to have our fun,
'Cause I'm always out there an' I'm on the run,
An' I'm a-runnin' an' a-gunnin' an' a-lookin' for a damn good time.

Well you never took my heart,
When I tried hard to give it to you.
And I know you can't be true,
'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.)
Now I'm lookin' straight at you,
An' see you with another man.
So I take the shot of whiskey,
So I don't have no regrets.

Well, I've fallen drunk again:
I guess she must have got to me.
I don't need little little woman,
Getting upper hand on me.
Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke,
An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose.
But I still here an' think about,
The things we used to do.

-Instrumental Break-

Walkin' through the crowwded streets,
I don't see no-one carin' for me.
That's all right, I don't need anyone,
Except myself, you see.
'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter,
An' I'm not like I used to be.
But I still sit here an' think about,
The things you did to me.

Yeah, I still sit here an' think about,
The things you did to me.

Well, oh what a feeling
that burns down low
when you ain't got no where to turn,
or no where to go
It makes me feel like sometimes
I'm outta control
So I'm gonna get wasted
with all my country heroes

I'm drinkin' some George Jones,
and a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
and Waylon's keepin' me from home
Hank's givin' me those high times -
Cash is gonna sing it low
I'm here gettin' wasted -
here with my country heroes

I'm drinkin' that whiskey
out of that glass
and if that ain't country,
boy, you can kiss my ass
I wanna hear them old songs -
nothin' of the new
'cause this might be the last time
I'm gonna see you

So I'm drinkin' some George Jones,
and a little bit of Coe
Haggard's easin' my misery
and Waylon's keepin' me from home
Hanks givin' me those high times -
Cash is gonna sing it low
and I'm here gettin' wasted -
just like my country heroes

I'm here gettin' wasted -
with all my country heroes

Way down in West Virginia,
There are some people who are one of a kind.
They don't need nothin' from nobody,
'Cause they're already doin' fine.
You got Hasil Adkins punchin',
An' Mamie's raisin' hell.
The legend of D Ray White,
Will never die like a rebel yell.

An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes.
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still punchin' out them boom-towny blues.
(Boom-towny blues.)
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's done some time in jail.
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.

-Instrumental break-

Birdie May White, she's the strongest woman,
That I've ever met in my life.
She raised over twenty-four of her own,
An' had to watch her husband dyin'.
She's always fightin' hard,
An' livin' off the land.
When she's done livin' in this world,
You know, the Lord's gonna take her by her hand.

An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes.
Yeah, ol' Hasil's still punchin' out them boom-towny blues.
(Boom-towny blues.)
An' ol' Mamie, you know she's still rain' hell.
The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.
Yeah, the legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.

Lowdown, once again
Well I'm strugglin' now
To get by, my friend

It's keepin' me up
Late at night
I can't settle down
My honky tonk life

Driftin' 'round 'bout half past four
With the blues on my back
And a bottle on the floor
Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down
'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me lowdown

And she told me, "It'll be OK,
Things'll soon get better one day"
But I don't see how

Driftin' 'round 'bout half past four
With the blues on my back
And a bottle on the floor
Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down
'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me lowdown

And she told me, "It'll be OK,
Things'll soon get better one day"
But I don't see how
'Cause I'm too lowdown

Well, I've been awake for eight days straight:
Well, it must've been them pills I took.
I been twitchin' an' turnin' an' seein' visions:
It must've been them pills I took.

Well, I don't know if it were an' I don't know where I got 'em,
But they sure did make me feel good.
They kept my heart from feelin' blue,
An' kept my thoughts away from you.

Well, there's blood on the carpet an' holes in the walls:
Well, it must've been them pills I took.
Yeah, the mirrors are all busted an' someone's cryin':
It must've been them pills I took.

-Instrumental Break-

I've lied an' I've stole an' I ain't fuckin' jokin':
It must've been them pills I took.
Yeah, the mirrors are all busted an' someone's cryin':
It must've been them pills I took.

I still don't know if it were an' I don't know where I got 'em,
But they sure did make me feel good.
They kept my heart from feelin' blue,
An' kept my thoughts away from you.

"Doctor Forrest, dial 118, please."
"He's in a ward."
"Doctor Forrest, dial 118."

Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine.
I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time.
An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten.
An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin.

Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.

-Instrumental break-

Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride.
But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy.

An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.

-Instrumental break-

Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see,
'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee.
A little bit crazy, on the loudish side,
'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high.

An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun.
I always carry round my loaded shotgun.
If I think I'm gonna have a bad time,
I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.

She said she's gonna quit me,
If I didn't quit the booze.
So I just started drinkin' more,
To see if she would really choose.
And I have to hand it to that girl:
She meant every breath.
An' I'm glad she did, 'cause I was about,
To drink myself to death.

Because my drinkin' problem left today.
She packed up all her things and walked away.
Well, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Because my drinkin' problem left today.

-Instrumental Break-

Well, she said I had problems:
Boy, was she ever right?
To keep from goin' home to her,
I'd stay out, drunk, all night.
And I believe that woman left me,
In the nick of time.
If she'd a-stayed much longer,
I'd have drinked up my last dime.

Because my drinkin' problem left today.
She packed up all her things and walked away.
And it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Because my drinkin' problem left today.

Yeah, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay,
Because my drinkin' problem left today.

Well, I was rollin' by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee
and I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth
and I was trippin' on some acid a latino gave to me
Hey, I was smokin' morphine 'til it knocked me off my feet
Then I scored some "H" from my old Uncle Pete
now I'm startin' to feel like I might've ODed

On an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
and I love gettin' high - hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state

Somehow I made it up to Texas with a carload full of grass
and I'm seeing all these pigs who wanna bust my ass
and I'm always livin' hard - always smokin' weed
now I'm hangin' out in Texas drinkin' mushroom tea
and I'm fucked up on the floor - think I know why,
must've been some of that Boone county moonshine

and an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
and I love gettin' high - hate bein' low
and I'm always about stayin' on this road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin' state to state

I tried to get up off the floor, tried to get myself in line
'cause the ceiling's talkin' to me, and the pisser's flushin' fire
That's why they call me 'full throttle' - I like a good time
it all started at a bar with a friend of mine
Had to hook me up - he said he'd blow my mind
I've been up for four days so cut me out another line

of an overdose of drugs, overdose of sin
I'm gonna live it to the fullest like I'm on ten
I love bein' high - hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel and I'm driftin state to state

Well some say I'm not country
and that's just fine with me
'Cause I don't wanna be country
with some faggot looking over at me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "cunt" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear now days
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
They say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

Well we're losing all the outlaws
that had to stand their ground
and they're being replaced by these kids
from a manufactured town
And they don't have no idea
about sorrow and woe
'Cause they're all just too damn busy
kissin' ass on Music Row

So I'm here to put the "dick" in Dixie
and the "cunt" back in country
'Cause the kind of country I hear nowdays
is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me
And they say that I'm ill-mannered
that I'm gonna self-destruct
But if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

And if you know what I'm thinkin'
you'll know that pop country really sucks

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.

-Instrumental Break-

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.

So let's get real loud:
Let's get stoned and proud.
Pour me another shot of whiskey,
An' this one's for the south.
It's a certain kinda livin',
It's a certain kinda style.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.
Not everybody likes us,
But we we drive some folks wild.

Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on.
And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone.
We keep gettin' further than closer, day by day.
And if you ever need someone to help you, don't ever call my way.

'Cause Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day.
The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay.
I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true.
But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.

-Instrumental break-

My poor heart broke the day you said goodbye:
I cried an' tried to drink myself nearly dry.
Bein' alone is a pain that's hard to .....
When I'm lyin' here thinkin' of all the good times with you.

And Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day.
The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay.
Oh, I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true.
But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.
Yeah, when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.

I got the Louisiana Stripes,
and their always chainin' me down
I'm in debt for 99 years for shootin’ my wife to the ground

Well she had to love my friend,
and that’s not right with me
So I grabbed my gun, shot both in the head and then I threw their ass in the creek

Now I'm doin’ my time, in this Louisiana Pen
Thinkin’ about maybe bein’ free on the day that I'm a dead man

-Instrumental Break-

Well it took some time getting’ used to,
being locked in this prison cell
But I always hum those tunes of George Jones to help me through my days of hell
I've done me 25 years,
and that’s alright with me
‘Cause I got me a lot of damn good friends in this Louisiana penitentiary

Now I'm doin’ my time, in this Louisiana Pen
Thinkin’ about maybe bein’ free on the day I'll be walkin’ to feel
that fire of the Loui-si-an-a Pen-i-ten-tia-ry

(Spanish)

"At 2:59 AM"
"This is Houston calling, we just wanted to say Hello, Hello,
Hi *giggles* Alright goodnight bye"

[No lyrics]