Ol' Hank Williams

Well, Ol' Hank Williams, found his voice again
Beneath the whiskey and rye
But he couldn’t find me, cause I couldn’t find myself
I was stuck up on the shelf
With books I haven’t read
«Well, Ol' Hank Williams,» I called his name and ran
On a red-ant highway in the sand
But he didn’t wonder where the road was gonna go
He was looking for the gold
But he just found himself a friend
The last thing I remember was forgetting my name
And the first thing to return
Was the color of the sun
And the beauty of someone
Trying to see what you see
Well, Ol' Hank Williams, found a phonograph and fame
In the dusty grooves of a crooked age
But Hallelujah, there’s a voice to hide the pain
'Cause I’ve been feeling so ashamed
I think I’ve found myself a friend
I think I’ve found myself a friend