Song | Not Everybody Likes Us |
Artist | Hank Williams III |
Album | Straight to Hell |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin': | |
It's good to be in your local bar again. | |
So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud, | |
Have a damn good time until the show's at an' end. | |
Sometimes | |
I'm wired an' sometimes, | |
I'm tired, | |
But I'm doin' the best that | |
I can. So let's have a drink and a glum with | |
Hank, An' may the outlaws rise again. | |
Well I'm a son of a son: | |
I've got a chip of what | |
I've said an' done. | |
Well, I remember watchin' ol' | |
Waylon, When he was shootin' his shotgun. | |
It's a certain kinda livin', | |
It's a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. - | |
Instrumental | |
Break- Well | |
I think I'd rather eat the barrel, | |
Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun, | |
Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music, | |
On ninety-eight-point-one. | |
Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone, | |
Kid Rock don't come from where | |
Yeah, it's true, he's a | |
Yank, he ain't no son of | |
Hank: If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb. | |
So let's get real loud: | |
Let's get stoned and proud. | |
Pour me another shot of whiskey, | |
An' this one's for the south. | |
It's a certain kinda livin', | |
It's a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. |
zuo ci : Williams | |
Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin': | |
It' s good to be in your local bar again. | |
So let' s get loud, we' ll get stoned an' get proud, | |
Have a damn good time until the show' s at an' end. | |
Sometimes | |
I' m wired an' sometimes, | |
I' m tired, | |
But I' m doin' the best that | |
I can. So let' s have a drink and a glum with | |
Hank, An' may the outlaws rise again. | |
Well I' m a son of a son: | |
I' ve got a chip of what | |
I' ve said an' done. | |
Well, I remember watchin' ol' | |
Waylon, When he was shootin' his shotgun. | |
It' s a certain kinda livin', | |
It' s a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Instrumental | |
Break Well | |
I think I' d rather eat the barrel, | |
Of a doublebarrel loaded shotgun, | |
Than to hear that shit they call popcountry music, | |
On ninetyeightpointone. | |
Just so you know, so it' s it' s set in stone, | |
Kid Rock don' t come from where | |
Yeah, it' s true, he' s a | |
Yank, he ain' t no son of | |
Hank: If you even thought so, goddamn, you' re fucking dumb. | |
So let' s get real loud: | |
Let' s get stoned and proud. | |
Pour me another shot of whiskey, | |
An' this one' s for the south. | |
It' s a certain kinda livin', | |
It' s a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. |
zuò cí : Williams | |
Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin': | |
It' s good to be in your local bar again. | |
So let' s get loud, we' ll get stoned an' get proud, | |
Have a damn good time until the show' s at an' end. | |
Sometimes | |
I' m wired an' sometimes, | |
I' m tired, | |
But I' m doin' the best that | |
I can. So let' s have a drink and a glum with | |
Hank, An' may the outlaws rise again. | |
Well I' m a son of a son: | |
I' ve got a chip of what | |
I' ve said an' done. | |
Well, I remember watchin' ol' | |
Waylon, When he was shootin' his shotgun. | |
It' s a certain kinda livin', | |
It' s a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Instrumental | |
Break Well | |
I think I' d rather eat the barrel, | |
Of a doublebarrel loaded shotgun, | |
Than to hear that shit they call popcountry music, | |
On ninetyeightpointone. | |
Just so you know, so it' s it' s set in stone, | |
Kid Rock don' t come from where | |
Yeah, it' s true, he' s a | |
Yank, he ain' t no son of | |
Hank: If you even thought so, goddamn, you' re fucking dumb. | |
So let' s get real loud: | |
Let' s get stoned and proud. | |
Pour me another shot of whiskey, | |
An' this one' s for the south. | |
It' s a certain kinda livin', | |
It' s a certain kinda style. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. | |
Not everybody likes us, | |
But we we drive some folks wild. |