Альбом Hank Williams Jr.

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Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here.
The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working like you planned.
Oh, Mr Lincoln, we could use a hand.

I just read the headlines in The Nashville News.
And I wish I'd made this up but I'm afraid it's true.
'Cause a man was murdered for his money in the streets.
He was taking his wife to a nice place to eat.
When they caught the man he did 23 months of time.
He pled insanity like they do now all the time.
Sir, what would you have done in 1859?
Now if you shoot someone, Sir, you can get off scott-free.
It's the latest thing, Mr. Lincoln, can you believe?
Now they sue the manufacturers of the guns.
Ain't the law changed a lot since 1861?

Mr. Lincoln, I wish you were here.
'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working out like you planned.
Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand.

I just heard the news story on the radio.
They let dangerous men out of prisons now,
Yes, sir I'm afraid it's so.
'Cause they're overcrowded and it was only his fifth offense.
This time, he's killed someone, does that make any sense?
Now my lawyer called me about a nuisance case.
'Cause everybody sues over any little thing these days.
Well at least we're right.
All we gotta do is tell the truth.
He said "You're living in the past you romantic fool."
I said, "You got that right. I lean toward the older ways.
And there's damn few backwoods lawyers left today."

Mr Lincoln, I wish you were here.
The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working like you planned.
Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand.

Mr. Lincoln, please, could you come here?
'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years.
And I don't think it's working out like you planned.
Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand.

I went down to the Mary Carter Paint store
I said give me one of them Smith & Wesson magnum 44’s
Cause there’s a man that the law let loose
And justice was not done
This man killed my wife and my only little son

I’ll never forget the way he looked all thru the trial
He had his big named lawyer
And he had that smirkey smile
Whoa yeah he got you off on a technicality
But you have to grow wings and fly
To ever get away from me

Cause I got rights
I got rights too
And this time there won’t be no damn lawyers
And systems to protect you
I’m gonna read you
I’m gonna read you your rights
You got a right to know that you gonna go
To hell one of these black nights

And when the trial was over he had the nerve to say
That’s the way it goes
I said well hoss you better get you some corks
Cause your gonna have to plug up a few holes
Guess he thought I was talking
Just to pass away time
But he kinda looks different now
On his knees begging for his life

He I got rights
I got some rights too
And this time there won’t be no damn lawyers
And systems to protect you
But I’m gonna read you
I’m gonna read you your rights
Because I want you to know that you’re gonna go
To hell one of these black nights

Naw and this time there n’aint no damn lawyers
And systems to save you

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)

I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand,
Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man.
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean,
I got girls that can do anything in between,
I gotta get ready, make everything right,
'cause all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight.

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party,
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started.
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.

Now my party pad is out in the woods,
It's a long, long way from here to Hollywood,
But I got some natural queens out on the floor,
And ole Miss Mississippi just walked through the door.

I got a little whirlpool just made for ten,
And you can jump out, and you can jump in.
You can do anything that you wanna do,
But oh, don't you step on my cowboy boots.

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party,
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started.
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party,
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started.
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight.

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If you fly in from Birmingham, you'll get the last gate
If you blew in from Boston, no you sure won't have to wait
And I'm learning, a little more every day
About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars, and the good old American way

I've noticed I don't get much help, when they see my blue jeans
Some slick with a suit walks up, "Oh, can I help you please?"
Yes I'm learning, as I gain a little age
About the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars, and the good old American way

Some high society lady says, "Is your horse outside?"
"No, ma'am he's between my legs, but you're too fat to ride!"
And you're learning, a little more about my ways
And what I think about your dollar, and your white collar, and your good old American way

If you don't like my Nudie boots, I'm sorry about that
Don't make fun of my hat too, or you might get knocked flat
And you'll learn some more, if you ever pass down our way
About the folks without the dollars, and without white collars, hell they are the American way

(Suey)

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...

There's homeless on the streets of every city
Big city crime in every little town
There's people makin' money off of Jesus
And taxes draggin' everybody down

There's politicians, kinda stretchin' the truth
And farmers are gettin', pulled up by their roots
And pushers tellin' little kids, high's the only way (Bull)
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

But there's a million happy homes for every homeless
And opportunity still knocks on every door
Our younger generation's really shinin'
Much brighter than they've ever shined before

We've got the right, to vote our leaders in
Yeah, and we've got the right, to vote them out again
And we're all free, to speak our mind, and not get locked away
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

Oh, welcome to, the U.S.A. today