So what do you do with good ole boys like me?
And nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
When I was eighteen, Lord I hit the road
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
And I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock news
But it really doesn't matter how far I go
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
I guess we're all gonna be what we're gonna be
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
Hank and Tennessee
He talked about honor and things I should know
By the light of the radio by my bed
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
Hank and Tennessee
So what do you do with good ole boys like me?
But you ain't afraid if you're washed in the blood like I was
And those Williams boys, they still mean a lot to me
So what do you do with good ole boys like me?
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
