Hank Williams III piosenki

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 all messed up and drivin around town Well my old trick, well she done had to kick my ass out Now I'm raisin hell and lookin for a light Livin fast and dyin young is the new style of life Me and my friends we like livin on the run Just because we're w...

Sittin' in the bayou country, just me and my fishin' line I raised a lot of hell and I hollered, sippin' on that Georgia moonshine Well, I know how to have a damn good time And I take my shots straight out of the jug and I like to get pure drunk in that Missis...

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. Becau...

Will you be in my heart, we will be torn apart? I don't know. Will you be passing by, when I have a lonely night? I don't know. Will you be in that bar, waiting for a drinking scar? I don't know. How Much Time will you have, if you gave us a chance? I don't...

Well I'm gonna do some drinkin' I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can Well I'm gonna do some drinkin' I'm gonna drink all that whiskey that I can Cause I'm a drinkin', smokin' Nighttime Ramblin' kinda man Well I'm gonna do some smokin' I'm gonna smoke a...

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...

Well, I had a good friend He used to shoot a lot of speed He was wild and cranky and man He was always in the need But he always just had to do it But he always just had to do it Now he's lying there fucked up And he cannot breathe 'Cause now he's dead 'Caus...

Lookin' back through the years, I saw my anger There was things that I could not control Wanderin' through my memories with my darlin' Now I fall through the door on my own On my own again, all alone again Now I see what it's like when your away On my own aga...

Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he Ah Yodel-oh-hooo hoo-hoo-hoo Ah Yodel-ay-heeee he-he-he Well my hat's done worn out my boots are bad I ain't got a gun but I wish I had And I'm down in a one horse town My gal done left me the other day Said I didn't bring home enoug...

From the mountains of Tennessee To those Minnesota lakes I hunt and I fish If I need to get away If you're findin' faults with me Moanin' more than I can stand I tell ya what, for a little while I'll go see the outdoor plan 'Cause I'll fish when I get hungry...

Yeah I'm trying to get along Looking for a good time again I've been rocking more than hard I don’t care about living to win Looking all around Tennessee and looking in Kentucky too I'm a rocking rolling rebel Just doing what I like to do I am rocking rebel ta...

[Pt. I] I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights And I'm livin fast and hard and dyin hard with my god damn Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do And I'm spittin...

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...

You think that you're so tough Since you have your trust And I'm gone, gone, gone And I'm gone Pistol packin' motherfucker Pistol packin' motherfucker Pistol packin' motherfucker Don't you know how you're in control Since you have your trust And I'm gone, go...

Well the bottles getting lower again my friend And hard times are trying it's best to get in The bottles getting lower again my friend So do yourself a shot and lets start to sin The bottles getting lower again my friend And do yourself a shot and lets start...

Well i'm working real hard and not gettin paid i'm sick of this life and i gotta get a break I've been real high and i've been down low and i live in a shack on a country dirt road so i'm workin real hard and not getting paid and i'm sick of this life and i go...

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'.....

Well why does it hurt when i see you again? Is is the memories, or Jack Daniels understands? And I don't know if I'm out of control. Coz lately I've been spinnin', and drinkin' alone. [chorus] Will you pick up the gun dear, and put me asleep? Coz' I'm s...

Well my worn-out boots are taking me downtown and I'm looking for trouble and I wanna get loud. Serve me up a drink and I'll shoot it right down and I'll jump up on the bar and holler "One more round!" I'm going straight to hell Ain't nothing slowin' me down...