America (The Way I See It) Album

Artist(s): Hank Williams, Jr.

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Hank Williams, Jr. America (The Way I See It) Cover Art

Tracklist

Don’t Give Us a Reason

length: 2:37

Hey ole' Saddam you figured wrong
When you thought the whole world would back down
And let you take all the oil Rape kuwait and plunder and spoil
Let sleeping dogs lie don't give us a reason

Cuz people in the USA are not really afraid
Of your starving army and all your worn out tanks
And if you take some innocent lives
Thats when the furs really gonna fly
Hey, man back off get smart, don't give us a reason

Don't give us a reason
To come gunning for you
Cuz the odds don't look so good
And your neck is in a nouse
Cuz the eagle and the bear
Make a mighty strong pair
And my advice is don't give us a reason

When all our people over there
Know that we all care
Now that's a situation ole' Saddom you don't wanna be in
Cuz if you do something stupid
We're gonna come down hard ole cupid
You better think this thing all the way out
Don't give us a reason

Don't give us a reason
To come gunning for you
Cuz the odds don't look so good
And your neck is in a nouse
Yeah you picked on your little neighbor
So do yourself a favor
Get out and go home and don't give us a reason

Yeah we've heard all your threats and you're gonna freight yourself to death
My advice is don't give us a reason
You can take that poison gas, and stick it in your sassaphras
Don't give us a reason
Yeah I'd like to find out, just for fun, just how fast those camels run
I'll tell you son don't give us a reason
No the desert ain't veitnam
And there ain't nowhere to run
And we got the real top guns
Don't give us a reason

Mr. Lincoln

length: 4:15
(Chorus:)
Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here
The Republics changed alot in a hundred years
I don't think its working like you planned
Mr Lincoln we sure could use a hand

I just read the headlines in the Nashville News
And I wish i made this up but im afraid its true
Cause a man was murdered for his money in the street
He was takin his wife to a nice place to eat
When they caught the man he did 23 months of time
He plead insanity like they do now all the time
Sir what would you have done in 1859
Now if you shoot someone sir you can get off scott free
Its the latest thing mr Lincoln can you believe
Now they sue the manufactures of the guns
Aint the law changed alot since 1861

(Chorus)

I just heard the new story on the radio
They let dangerous men outta prison now yes sir im afraid its so
Because theyre overcrowded and it was only his fifth offense
And this time hes killed someone does that make any sense
Now my lawyer called me about a nuisance case
Cause everybody sues over any little thing these days
Well at least we're right all we gotta do is tell the truth

He said youre living in the past you romantic fool
I said you got that right i lean toward the older ways
And theres d___ few back woods lawyers left today

(Chorus 2x)

I’ve Got Rights

length: 3:36
composer: Hank Williams, Jr.
I went down to the Mary Carter paint store
I said give me one of them Smith and Wesson magnum forty fours
Cause there's a man that the law let loose and justice was not done
This man killed my wife and my only little son
I'll never forget the way he looked all through the trial
He had his big named lawyer and he had that smirkey smile
Oh yeah he got you off on a technicality
But you'll have to grow wings and fly to ever get away from me
Cause I got rights I got rights too
And this time there won't be no damn lawyer and system to protect you
But I'm gonna read you I'm gonna read you your rights
You gotta right to know that you're gonna go to hell one of these black nights

When the trial was over he had the nerve to say that's the way it goes
I said well hoss you better get you some corks
Cause you're gonna have to plug up a few holes
Guess he thought I was talkin' just to pass away time
But it kinda looks different now on his knees beggin' for his life
Hey I got rights I got some rights too...
No this time there ain't no damn lawyers and systems to save you

The Coalition to Ban Coalitions

length: 2:10
This is a coalition to ban coalitions I ain't a politician but I've got views

Some folks want to ban cars some want to get rid of Fender guitars

Why don't you do your thing and we do our thing too

Now they want to take my cigarettes and all my good whiskey

And these d___ coalitions they're after you and me

They want to get rid of my forty fours and all the R rated films

If they only knew how much we'd all love to get rid of them

And this is a coalition to ban coalitions the views of a musician yeah I've got some

Some folks want to ban cars some want to get rid of electricguitars

Why can't everybody else leave everybody else alone

Now the latest thing they want to stomp out is violence on TV

And the worst of all is that Oscar winning rabbit Bugs Bunny

Farewell Foghorn Leghorn so long Yosemite Sam

They're missin' with our heroes and we got to stop them now

And this is a coalition to ban coalitions...

All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Over for Monday Night Football

length: 2:19

I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand
Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean
I got girls that can do anything in between
I gotta get ready, make everything right
'cause all my rowdy friends are comin' over tonight

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight

Now my party pad is out in the woods
It's a long, long way from here to Hollywood
But I got some natural queens out on the floor
And ole Miss Mississippi just walked through the door

I got a little whirlpool just made for ten
And you can jump out, and you can jump in
You can do anything that you wanna do
But oh, don't you step on my cowboy boots

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight

Do you wanna dance, hey, do ya wanna party
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank ready to get the thing started
We cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are coming over tonight

Give a Damn

length: 2:36

Practice What I Preach

length: 2:42

The American Way

length: 3:07
writer: Hank Williams, Jr.
if you blew in from Boston, no, you sure won't have to wait,
and I'm learning, a little more every day,
about the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars,
and the good old American way.

2. I've noticed I don't get much help when they see my blue jeans,
some slick with a suit walks up, “Oh, can I help you please?”
Yes, I'm learning, as I gain a little age,
about the power of the dollar, and the people with white collars,
and the good old American way.
+ Instrumental = verse 2

3. Some high society lady says, ” Is your horse outside?”
“No, ma'am he's between my legs, but you’re too fat to ride!”
And you’re learning, a little more about my ways,
and what I think about your dollar and your white collar,
and your good old American way.

4. If you don't like my Nudie boots, I'm sorry about that,
don't make fun of my hat, too, or you might get knocked flat,
and you'll learn some more, if you ever pass down our way,
about the folks without the dollars, and without white collars,
hell, l they are the American way.
+ instrumental = verse 4


A Country Boy Can Survive

length: 4:17
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry...

The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown...

I live back in the woods, you see,
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me...

I got a shotgun, a rifle, and a four-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

I can plow a field all day long,
I could catch catfish from dusk till dawn...

Make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too,
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do...

We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We say grace, and we say ma'am,
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn...

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains, and the Western skies...

And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

I had a good friend in New York City,
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly...

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land,
And his taught him to be a businessman...

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights,
And I'd send him some homemade wine...

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife,
For forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life...

I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eye
As I shoot him with my old forty-five
'Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We say grace, and we say ma'am,
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn...

We're from North California and South Alabam',
And little towns all around this land...

And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line,
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
A country boy can survive
Country folks can survive...

U.S.A. Today

length: 3:19
writer: Johnny MacRae, Ron Hellard

There's homeless on the streets of every city
Big city crime in every little town
There's people makin' money off of Jesus
And taxes draggin' everybody down

There's politicians, kinda stretchin' the truth
And farmers are gettin', pulled up by their roots
And pushers tellin' little kids, high's the only way (Bull)
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

But there's a million happy homes for every homeless
And opportunity still knocks on every door
Our younger generation's really shinin'
Much brighter than they've ever shined before

We've got the right, to vote our leaders in
Yeah, and we've got the right, to vote them out again
And we're all free, to speak our mind, and not get locked away
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

It's true we've got our problems, Lord knows we make mistakes
And every time we solve one, ten others take its place
But you won't see those refugees, headin' the other way
Welcome, to the U.S.A. today

Oh, welcome to, the U.S.A. today