Family Tradition - Hank Williams, Jr.

Oh, the loneliest girl in town is bought for pennies of prize We dress her up in lovely gowns, she's easy on the eyes Her soul is black and it's a fact that a sneer will eat you alive And the buyer always brings her back because all she does is cry So take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn Ask for forgiveness, never permission Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn It's in the blood and this is tradition Ooh-ooh-ooh Oh, the loneliеst girl in town was bought for plenty a price Well, they dress her up in golden crowns, his smile hides a lie She smiles back, but it's a fact that her fear will eat her alive Well, she got the life that she wanted, but now all she does is cry Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn Ask for forgiveness, never permission Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn It's in the blood and this is tradition You can take it back, it's good as gone Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song And I hope what's left will last all summer long And they said that boys were boys, but they were wrong Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn Ask for forgiveness, never permission Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn It's in the blood and this is tradition Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn Ask for forgiveness, never permission Take what you want, take what you can Take what you please, don't give a damn It's in the blood and this is tradition (It's good as gone)

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...

I like Charlie Daniels and I love big John Cash And I think Waylon "Woktosha" Jennings Is a table thumpin' smash Playin' with Marshall Tucker Band Was as good as smokin' grass But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard, and George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them Rockin' rollin' Stones Everything the Eagles do And I'm in love with Linda Rondstat Anybody that don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I ain't sayin' that he was The first or the last But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass