Альбом Hank Williams Jr.

Cut-off jeans and cowboy boots,
Long blonde hair and dark brown roots.
Lord pinch me
That's how they do it in Dixie.

Electric slidin' on a sawdust floor,
Long-neck chaser for a
Shot of hardcore whiskey
That's how they do it in Dixie.

Little red geo stickers on the window,
Says "Sugar and Spice"
Baby, crank the bass up,
Run it til your sick of those pink fur dice.
Oh, ain't that nice.

Down to the river to go for a dip.
Rollin' them Levis off of her hip.
Goin' Big Kenny skinny
That's how they do it in Dixie.
Splish-splash.

Instrumental Break.

Watermelon lip-gloss,
Kiss beneath the swamp moss,
On a moonlit night.
Bubble gum perfume,
Well placed tattoo,
Above her hiney, hine.
(Oh my.)

Belly button danglin',
And a twenty minute tan.
You know I'll go on Jerry Springer if you hit on my man.
That girl will throw a hissy.
That's how they do it in Dixie.

Cut-off jeans and cowboy boots,
Long blonde hair and dark brown roots.
Lord, pinch me
That's how they do it in Dixie
Yeah, yeah now.

Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie.

Whoo I love them girls man.
In Dixie.
That's how they do it in Dixie.
That's right, class, that's how we do it in Dixie.

Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie.

Bocephus for president,
President of the honky tonk.

Country music singers
Have always been a real close family,
But lately some of my kinfolks
Have disowned a few others and me
I guess it's because
I kind of changed my direction
Lord I guess I went and broke their family tradition

They get on me and want to know Hank
Why do you drink?
Hank why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Over and over
Everybody makes my prediction
So if I get stoned, I'm just carrying on
An old family tradition

I am very proud
Of my daddy's name
All though his kind of music
And mine ain't exactly the same
Stop and think it over
Put yourself in my position
If I get stoned and sing all night long its a family tradition

Don't ask me,
Hank why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a honky-tonk
And some ole slick's trying to give me friction
I'll say leave me alone
I'm singing all night long
It's a family tradition

Lord I have loved some ladies
And I have loved Jim Beam
And they both tried to kill me in 1973.
When that doctor asked me,
Son how did you get in this condition?
I said, hey sawbones,
I'm just carrying on an ole family tradition

So don't ask me,
Hank why do you drink?
Hank, why do roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over,
Try and put yourself in my unique position
If I get stoned and sing all night long, its a family tradition!

I got Ketchup on my blue jeans,
I just burned my hand.
Lord, its 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 drink?
Hey, do you wanna party?
Hey honey, this is ol' Hank.,
Ready to get this thing started.
We cooked a pig in the ground,
Got the beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight.


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 ol' Miss Mississippi just walked in the door.
Got a lil' whirlpool just made for 10,
You can jump out and you can jump in.
You can do anything that you wanna do,
But oh now don't you step on my cowboy boots.


Do you wanna drink?
Hey, do you wanna party?
Hey this is ol' Hank.,
Ready to get this summer started.
We cooked a pig in the ground,
Got the beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight.


Do you wanna drink?
Hey, do you wanna party?
Hey this is rockin vandal Hank.,
Ready to get this summer started.
We cooked a pig in the ground,
Got the beer on ice,
And all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight.

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...

I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong,
But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around.
And ya know that's when I fall and I can't help myself at all.
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

Play me some songs about a ramblin' man,
Put a cold one in my hand.
'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds.
Don't ya play 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry'
'Cause I get all balled up inside.
And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound.

Sure enough about closing time, 'bout stoned out of my mind.
And I end up with some honky tonk special I found.
Just as sure as the morning sun comes,
Thinkin' of my sweet girl at home.
And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound.

Play me the songs about a ramblin' man,
Put old Jim Beam in my hand.
'Cause ya know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds.
But don't play 'Your Cheatin' Heart'
'Cause that'll tear me all apart.
I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Yeah, old Hank songs always make me feel down.

There's a tear in my beer
'cause I'm cryin' for you,dear
you are on my lonely mind.
Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears.
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
until I'm petrified.
And then maybe these tears
will leave my eyes.
There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm crying' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Last night I walked the floor
and the night before
You are on my lonely mind.
It seems my life is through
and I'm so doggone blue
You are on my lonely mind.
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
till I can't move a toe
and then maybe my heart
won't hurt me so.
There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm cryin' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

Lord, I've tried and I've tried
But my tears I can't hide
You are on my lonely mind.
All these blues that I've found
Have really got me down
You are on my lonely mind
I'm gonna keep drinkin'
till I can't even think
Cause in the last week
I ain't slept a wink
There's a tear in my beer
cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.

I was one of the chosen few, to be born in Alabam',
I'm just alike my daddy's son, I'm proud of who I am.
I went through a lot of good women, and shook old Jim Beam's hand,
If I never see the pearly gates, I've walked through the promised land.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go.
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

I've got wild honey trees and crazy little weeds, growin' around my shack.
These dusty roads ain't streets of gold, but I'm a happy right where I'm at.
All these pretty little southern belles are a country boy's dream.
They ain't got wings or halos, but they're sure looking good to me.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If they don't have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I don't wanna go
If heaven ain't a lot like Dixie, I'd just as soon stay home.
If they ain't got a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

Well my mama met my daddy down in Alabam,
They tied the knot, so here I am.
Born on the bayou on the Texas line,
Lovin' Louisiana, raised on Jambalaya.

Well before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand,
By the time I could talk I had my own band.
I went on the road when I was eight years old,
When I turned fifteen I was stealin' the show.
Money to burn and the girls were pretty,
Didn't take me long to learn that I was born to boogie.

When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood,
I met Elvis and Marilyn and Johnny B. Good.
Got my guitar painted as the California sun,
My red Cadillac havin' too much fun.

Now we were playin them halls and jammin' then,
And we moved it over to MGM,
They said this is the boy we've been tellin' you about,
He lit a cigar and he stuck his hand out.

He said son have we got a deal for you,
I'm gonna make you a star and give ya fifty thousand too,
I told him my momma didn't raise no fool,
I'll take your money, I'll make your movie,
I can tell you right now I was born to boogie.

Well my name is Bocephus, I drink whiskey by the gallon,
And I never back down, and I love a good challenge.
What I do now is what I did then,
I like to get down with all my rowdy friends.

Now I can be sweet and I can be mean,
I still got my hat and, I still wear my jeans,
My shades are chrome, my guitar is steel,
If you think I won't, then believe me I will,
Get down on you baby, 'cause I ain't no rookie,
I was boogyin' to party, and I was born to boogie!

I like to play good music and have good time
I love to hear old trains rolling down the line
I am into happy and I don't like sad and I like to have women I never had
I take a little smoke and a lot of wine I get high on all old friends of mine
I like the sweet young things and Old Grandad and I like to have women I've never had
[ dixieland ]
I like to ride my hoses and shoot my gun you know a cowboy's work is just never done
I am in to bacics and I don't like sad and I like to have women I never had
Hey I don't mean to ever do nobody no wrong
I was just born the son of a singing song
I do things to make people mad and I like women I never had

That hot old summer sun
Make you beg for your next breath
So you best be on the creek bank
Laid in the shade
Chewing on a hickory twig
Pass that bottle, I'll have me a swig
I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made
In the shade

I'm just laid up here
In a country state of mind
Catching these fish
Like they're going out of style
Drinking this homemade wine
Hey if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here
In a country state of mind

I bet the old man's in the kitchen
He's got my kind of music on his radio
Awww drinking his beer and dialing up the request lines
Mama and old Aunt Joan
Probably in the dining room trying to use the phone
Me, I'm thinkin about that girl and later tonight

I'm just laid up here
In a country state of mind
Hey I'm catching these fish
Like they're going out of style
I'm drinking this homemade wine
And if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here
In a country state of mind

You know the rednecks and the preppies
They're in their discos and the honky tonks
Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace
Lord I know just how they feel
You gotta get out and kick up your heels
And it great to be living in the USA

Me, I'm laid up here
In a country state of mind
Catching these fish
Like they're going out of style
Drinking this homemade wine, all the time
If the sun don't shine tomorrow
People I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here
In a country state of mind

(I know where Hank Jr's at)

Odle lay hee oh, odle lay hee oh, odle lay hee

I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer
And to say howdy to you all.
Now you all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see.
Hat and shade beard and all.
Now I have heard, mmm hmm, I've gotten' the word,
About all these silly imposters running 'round.
Let me tell you something now they ain't real,
They ain't got no scars, they ain't got no feel.
Why they don't know nothing about whiskey bent and hellbound.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm looking for some fun.
My name is Bocephus. I'm a son of a gun.


Some of us are born with it, some of us don't ever ever get it.
Thank God I'm a guitar man,
and its true I love the money
and its true I love all the honeys
but the thing I really love is to get down with the band.


Not everybody loves me but those that do will fight.
Right to the end they're guitar friends from legendary Saturday Nights.
I learned something from Lynyrd Skynyrd, from my Daddy and Ernest Tubb too.
I do country-rock. I do blues.
Now I'm looking for a lover and I'm going to have some fun.
Oh my name is Bocephus. 'ell, I'm a son of a gun.


Some of us are born with it.
Some of 'em don't ever, ever get it.
Thank God I'm a guitar man.
Oh its true I love the money
and I really, really love the honeys,
but the thing I really love is to get down with the band.


Oh boy. Ain't no rookies on this record.


I say my name is


B-O-C-E-P-H-U-S


OH YEAH!

All the talk shows, you know, geniuses and experts
Lookin' to lay some blame
Some on the left and some on the right
Playin' that controversy game

I'm not in a real cheery mood so I think I'll call them up
And them 'em, why don't you play some blues
And both sides shut up

But do we just love trouble
Ain't the world got enough without y'all stirrin' it up?

I am from the old school
Cowboy hat, sure enough
Too damn old to change horses now
'Cause I would probably fall off

I'm a little whiskey bent and slowed my roll
And if you ain't real sure about me
Why don't you take it up with Gretchen, Tim
And rockin' Sean Hannity

But you just love trouble
Ain't the world got enough without y'all stirrin' it up?
Back off

So some celeb has teed y'all off
Well, I get teed off too
Why didn't you know that you're supposed
To accept our point of view?

I have learned at the school of hard knocks
Things change quite a bit
Now when other folks get all jacked up
I don't really give a, darn

I got a little child and a fishing pole
A can of worms and a boat
I'm goin' down to the river now
And let all my problems float

Yeah, I've mellowed a lot
And I don't jump into things like I used to
Hey, what'd you say? Why you son of a gun
Now see what you made me do

I don't want no trouble
Ain't the world got enough without y'all stirrin' it up
Stirrin' it up

Let the pot simmer
(Stirrin' it up)
Let the dust settle
(Stirrin' it up)
Let's try to get along
And it'll be more better
(Stirrin' it, stirrin' it, stirrin' it up)

(Stirrin' it up)
Sick 'em, Rush!
(Stirrin' it up)
Jump in there, Bill
Stir it up, Sean
(Stirrin' it up)
(Stirrin' it up)