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Hank Williams Jr.
Hank Williams Jr.


Информация
Настоящее имя Randall Hank Williams
Дата рождения 26 мая 1949 г.
Место рождения Shreveport, Louisiana, US
Жанры Country
Outlaw country
Southern Rock
Country Rock
Годы 1957—н.в.
Лейблы Curb Records
MGM Distribution
Сайт Website



Альбом Hank Williams Jr.


Born to Boogie (1987)
1987
1.
2.
Honky Tonk Women
3.
4.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
5.
Buck Naked
6.
7.
Thanks a Lot
8.
What It Boils Down To
9.
Shadow Face
10.
Practice What I Preach
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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!



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Honky Tonk Women

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We are young country.
We are the pride.
The sons and the daughters
Of American life.
Our hair is not orange.
We don't wear chains and spikes.
But we know how to have fun
Come Saturday night.

We know what's right
We know what's wrong
We know what we like
To hear in a song.
We like some of the old stuff.
We like some of the new.
But we do our own choosin'
We pick our own music.
If ya don't mind, thank you.

We are young country.
We like all kinds
Of music and people
'Cause we don't draw no lines.
No, our hair is not orange.
We don't wear chains and spikes.
But we know how to have fun
Come Saturday night.

We like ol' Waylon.
Hey, we know Van Halen.
We like ZZ Top.
We like country and rock.
Oh Hank would be proud
And Elvis would too,
'Cause we like our country
Mixed with some big city blues.

We are young country.
We are the pride.
The sons and the daughters
Of American life.
Oh, Hank would be proud
And Elvis would too,
'Cause we like our country
Mixed with some rhythm and Blues.

We know when it's hot,
We know when it's not,
If ya don't mind, thank you.



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Keep Your Hands to Yourself

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Buck Naked

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I looked over at my pillow
But your face wasn't there.
And I don't smell the perfume you used to wear.
And I don't see your blouse or jeans,
Or your pretty white cotton gown.
And I've looked all over hell,
But Heaven can't be found.

I looked on the bedside table
But your jewelry was all gone.
And I just wish you'd call me
Everytime I look at the phone.
I looked in our dressing mirror
And I saw myself break down.
Oh, I've looked all over hell,
But Heaven can't be found.

I've called and looked in every place
You used to hang around.
I've searched in every bar and club
And honky tonk in town.
And I don't know if I can go on without breaking down.
I've looked all over hell
But Heaven can't be found.

And I don't know if I can go on without breaking down.
Oh, I've looked all over hell,
But my Heaven can't be found.

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Thanks a Lot

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What It Boils Down To

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Shadow Face

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Practice What I Preach

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