Not Everybody Likes Us

Song Not Everybody Likes Us
Artist Hank Williams III
Album Straight to Hell

Lyrics

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.

Pinyin

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.