WHEN I WAS A KID
UNCLE REMUS'D
PUT ME TO BED
WITH A PICTURE OF
STONEWALL JACKSON
ABOVE MY HEAD
THEN DADDY CAME IN
TO KISS HIS LITTLE MAN
WITH GIN ON HIS BREATH
AND A BIBLE IN HIS HAND
HE TALKED
ABOUT HONOR
AND THINGS
I SHOULD KNOW
THEN HE'D
STAGGER A LITTLE
AS HE WENT
OUT THE DOOR
I CAN STILL
HEAR THE SOFT
SOUTHERN WINDS
IN THE LIVE OAK TREES
AND THOSE
WILLIAMS BOYS
THEY STILL
MEAN A LOT TO ME
HANK IN TENNESSEE
I GUESS
WE'RE ALL GONNA BE
WHAT WE'RE GONNA BE
SO WHAT DO YOU DO
WITH GOOD OL' BOYS
LIKE ME
WELL NOTHIN'
MAKES A SOUND
IN THE NIGHT
LIKE THE WIND DOES
BUT YOU AIN'T AFRAID
IF YOU'RE WASHED
IN THE BLOOD
LIKE I WAS
THE SMELL OF
CAPE JASMINE
THROUGH THE
WINDOW SCREEN
JOHN R.
AND THE WOLFMAN
KEPT ME COMPANY
BY THE LIGHT OF
THE RADIO BY MY BED
WITH THOMAS WOLFE
WHISPERIN'
IN MY HEAD
I CAN STILL
HEAR THE SOFT
SOUTHERN WINDS
IN THE LIVE OAK TREES
AND THOSE
WILLIAMS BOYS
THEY STILL
MEAN A LOT TO ME
HANK IN TENNESSEE
I GUESS
WE'RE ALL GONNA BE
WHAT WE'RE GONNA BE
SO WHAT DO YOU DO
WITH GOOD OL' BOYS
LIKE ME
WHEN I WAS IN SCHOOL
I RAN WITH A KID
DOWN THE STREET
AND I WATCHED HIM
BURN HIMSELF UP
ON BOURBON
AND SPEED
BUT I WAS SMARTER
THAN MOST
AND I COULD CHOOSE
LEARNED TO TALK
LIKE THE MAN
ON THE
SIX O'CLOCK NEWS
WHEN I WAS
EIGHTEEN LORD
I HIT THE ROAD
BUT IT REALLY
DOESN'T MATTER
HOW FAR I GO
I CAN STILL
HEAR THE SOFT
SOUTHERN WINDS
IN THE LIVE OAK TREES
AND THOSE
WILLIAMS BOYS
THEY STILL
MEAN A LOT TO ME
HANK IN TENNESSEE
I GUESS
WE'RE ALL GONNA BE
WHAT WE'RE GONNA BE
SO WHAT DO YOU DO
WITH GOOD OL' BOYS
LIKE ME
YEAH
WHAT DO YOU DO
WITH GOOD OL' BOYS
LIKE ME