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Hank Williams Iii Hank Iii Collector S Edition

, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, my worn out jeans didn't fit no more Had long hair on my back I guess that's not the best 'pearance

up and down so many Kind of lonesome roads I once took the high road And it took me straight to hell And I stood there all by myself 'Cause all alone's

wasted With all my country heroes And I'm drinkin' some George Jones And a little bit of Coe Haggard's easin' my misery And Waylon's keepin' me from home Hank's

's raisin' hell The legend of D. Ray White Will never die like a rebel yell And ole' Jesco's dancin' in his daddy's shoes Ya ole' Hasil's still hunchin

I see you with and your new guy who's strokin' your hair. I can't keep stayin' here in my hometown. Got get on with my life somehow. It's all gone wrong

tell the world I'm heaven sent Take up drinking cold iced tea Quit watching women and TV Might even smoke those cigarettes Play my guitar like Dickey Betts Get in miss Shania's

I don't need nobody To call me on the phone I don't need no company I'd rather be alone I'm just happy by myself Here being blue 'Cause I'm not lonely

Low down, once again Well I'm strugglin' now To get by, my friend It's keepin' me up Real late at night I just can't settle down My honky tonk

hurts, bear it Well, that's the kind of life I'm living and I plan on living long Yeah, it's a hard road to choose being good and paying dues But that's