Letras:
Hank Williams Iii Iii

Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi And I'm looking for higher ground Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, I ain't proud of the things

Well, my name is Cecil Brown And I'm from a little town And people don't think much of me I never understood Why they thought I was no good But this

get wasted With all my country heroes And 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

Way down in West Virginia There's some people who are one of a kind They don't need nothin' from nobody Cause there already doin' fine You got Hasil Adkins

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

Livin' alone, singin' my songs. Thinkin' bout' the good times, when you were my own. Lady taught me how to hurt and cry. And each day I'm not with you

I went honky tonkin' last Saturday night Dancin' and prancin' beneath the neon lights Pocket full of silver and not a care in the world Havin' fun and

well the grand ole opry aint so grand anymore did you know hank williams aint a member but they keep him outside thier door hell they never really want

I might get drunk and rob a bank Shoot my car if it don't crank Try to raise a little Cain Mess the walls up with some paint Might even join a rodeo