(What the fuck is feeding back?)

I just come in here
To have whiskey and beer
And say howdy to you all
You all know me
It me, you see
The hat and shade, the beard and all
Now I have heard
Mmhm, I've gotten the word
'Bout all you silly imposters runnin' 'round
Now let me tell you they ain't real
They got no scars and no feel
They don't know nothin' 'bout whiskey bent and hell bound

Now I'm lookin' for lovers
And I'm 'on have fun
My name is Thunderhead Hawkins
Hey, I'm a son of a gun

Some of them more with it
Some of them never get it
And thank God, I'm a guitar man
It's true, I love the money
True, I love the honeys
But the thing I really love
Is to get down with the band

Not everybody loves me
But those that do will fight
Right to the end, I got guitar friends
From legendary Saturday nights
I learned from Marshall Tucker
B.B. King and Bobby Blue
This is the country boy, I do
Something rock and I do some kinda blues

Now I'm lookin' for lovers
And I'm known to have fun
My name is Thunderhead Hawkins
Hey, I'm a son of a gun

Some of them more with it
Most of them never get it
And thank God, I'm a guitar man
It's true, I love the money
It's true, I love the honeys
But the thing I really love
Is to get down with the band

T-h-u-n-d-e-r head, baby
Thunderhead Hawkins

Copyright: BOCEPHUS MUSIC INC
Writer(s): Hank Williams, Jr.