Hank Williams calls to me still,
Singing his songs of love and despair,
Calling to me across forty odd years.
I've lived some, seen some, been there;
Me and old Hank had the same trouble.
We both both found a drink hard to pass,
Both of us saw too much of the world
Through bottom of an empty shot glass.
But the hangovers started hurting
And my body couldn't take the strain
And only another few drinks
Could help me bear the pain.
I met a woman that loved me
She helped me regain my life,
Beat the booze and that held me
And very shortly she was my wife.
For forty or more years we were happy
Until all too soon she was gone:
Before she died made me promise
To continue to live and move on.
Now I've met another person
Who in her own very special way
Has helped me to recover
And again enjoy every single day.
I listen very often to Hank's music
But unlike him I learned to survive
Greet every day with a wonder
Amazed, Hank, that I'm still alive.
