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In Memoriam - Hank Williams Snr.
His deceptively simple words
Chosen so carefully and well
Spun a web around the heart
To hold you with their spell.
Only twenty nine when he died
Of the booze and coke and pills
Still at the height of his fame
Did he enjoy the thrills:
Louisiana Hayride, Grand Old Opry
Health and Happiness radio show,
Days turned into months into years
Constantly on the road and on the go.
Days of physical pain
From his damaged back
Days of mental pain from
A marriage going off track,
Mixed with days of
Rumoured love affairs
Always sex on offer when
A star like Hank was there.
Nobody knows where or when
At twenty nine he actually died,
Maybe in his Cadillac
On that last fateful ride:
Maybe the back seat of his car
As the curtain dropped on his act;
Maybe in his hotel room
His body moved to hide that fact.
A single spot shone on the stage as
The audience sang I saw the light
At the Concert he never gave
That fateful last tour night.
Modern artists still record his songs
All those years since he moved on
His music still plays, albums still sell:
He still lives long after he's been gone.
In his Nudie boots and suit
Tall and slim and almost gaunt
With a voice and a look that
Could almost pierce and haunt
He built himself a legend,
As he told his life in song,
Lived the sort of lifestyle
That couldn't last for long.
Here's to the Drifting Cowboy
The one who Howled At The Moon