The New South Album

Artist(s): Hank Williams, Jr.

Tracklist

Feelin' Better

length: 3:56

moved on down to sweet home alabama in 1974
had to get out of music city and i had to get off the road
woman she left
and the people wouldn't let me sing nothin but them old sad songs,
had to get high so i wouldn't cry you known they hit pretty close to home
chorus
i'm feelin better now that i'm back on the road
gettin it together between Macon and Muscle shoals
i started turnin' up loud and lookin at the crowd and bendin' them guitar strings,
knew all the while, though it was my style, could they ever forget my name?
rocked 'em in Raleigh Knocked 'em out in Knoxville, just couldn't do no wrong
people went wild and the band said child better keep on playing your songs
chorus

well my life ain't the same
and i had to change
and i hope this music will show
a little bit less of cryin and the beer and a little of my own soul
waylon and toy and all of them boys i want to say thanks to you
your fiddle and your steel make me play what i feel and i don't feel lovesick blues

repeat chorus

i'm feelin better maybe eat a little corn bread
been eatin that corn bread lovin on the feather bed smokein that homegrown writin some new songs they won't do you wrong oh eat a little corn bread lovin on the feather bed drinkin that homegrown writin some new songs this hear music's homegrown
repeat chorus

Montgomery in the Rain

length: 3:53
You don't have to hide your baby, you don't have to go get no gun.
Oh how can you blame me for things I ain't never done.
I used to live here and now I've come back again.
Just to stop for awhile and think how things might of been.
I had to come back to remeber the joy
And the pain and if it's alright with you before I get back on the train.
I just want to see Montgomery in the rain.

Around these streets and old houses,
A whole lot of changes I've been through.
From the top of the town to feelin' down washing cars and shining shoes.
I once met a woman here with ways like I've never see
And we used to ramble from here to ol' New Orleans.

I had to come back to remember the joy and the pain.
But it won't be long till I'll be gone 'cause it ain't the same.
But I did want to see Montgomery in the rain.

I've just come back here to stare and ol' window pane.
For one last look before you tear it all down with your crane.

You don't have to hide your baby, you don't have go get no gun.
Don't you stare like I'm crazy just 'cause I'm Hank's only son.

I had to come back to remember the joy and the pain.
But it won't be long till I'm gone cause it ain't the same.

So if it's alright with you before I get back the train.
I'm a go out to Hank's tombstone and cry up a thunderstorm

I got to see Montgomery in the rain.

Looking at the Rain

length: 3:38
Looking at the rain.
Feelin the pain of love lost running through my brain.
Looking at the wind.
Watching it spin the leafs along the street.
You win.

Waiting for a line to fall, telling you it's all a big mistake. Looking at a face, so out of place, inside that picture frame, of lace.

Looking at the walls.
Wishing you'd call and tell me you're OK, That's all. Wishing this was all a dream and I'd find you sleeping when I wake.
Looking at the tree's. So ill at ease.
From sleep that will not come, that's me.
Looking at the bong, knowing it's wrong.
Still thinking of your love, that's gone.

Wishing this was all a dream and i'd find you sleeping when I wake. Looking at the rain.
Feelin' the pain of love lost running through my brain.
Looking at the wind.
Watching it spin the leafs along the street.
You win.

Waiting for a line to fall, telling you it's all a big mistake. But the words won't come and I know i'd feel the same.

Looking at the rain.

{AllenG}

You're Gonna Change (Or I'm Gonna Leave)

length: 3:54
Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and unpackin' your junk
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

[Chorus]
You're gonna change your way of livin'
Change the things you do
Stop doin' all the things that you oughten too
Your daddy's mad; He's done got peeved
You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

This ain't right and that is wrong
You just keep naggin', all the day long
Its gotta stop, I don't mean plea-ease
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

The way to keep a woman happy
And make her do what's right
Is love her every mornin', bawl her out at night
Your daddy's mad, he's done got peeved
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

Every time you get mad
You pack your rags and go back to dad
You tell him lies he don't believe
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

[Chorus]

How's My Ex Treating You

How's my ex, my ex treating you
Has she had time, time to find someone new
Any day now will be her last,
son, I know from the past
'Cause I was once, once there too,
how's my ex treating you?

Like the sand she moves with the tide
Your two arms will never keep her satisfied
You can't keep her satisfied
She'll use you just the way she used me too
But up till now how's my ex treating you?

Like the sand she moves with the tide
Your two arms will never keep her satisfied
She'll use you just the way you use her too
But up till now how's my ex treating you?

Uncle Pen

length: 3:20
lyricist: Bill Monroe
composer: Bill Monroe
Oh, the people would come from far away,
To dance all night to the break of day.
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do",
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.

Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy",
And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy".
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn",
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins.

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away,
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow,
And he knew it was time for him to go.

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!
Instrumental break.

Late in the evening, about sundown,
High on the hill, an' above the town,
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang,
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing!

Once and for All

length: 3:16
Time is catchin' up with me cause I've been on the road
And the keys to the city are all I've got to show
Though it's easy to take home the belle of the ball

I'm getting tired of it all
And I'm gonna love you once and for all

'Cause you're the one that helped me find myself
And I'm gonna love you and nobody else
You pick me up everytime I fall

And if you ever need me just gimme a call
'Cause I'm gonna love you once and for all

Now I look forward to rainy days
So I can learn more of your lovin' ways
And when I'm home and you're the star on the stage

And until the final curtain calls
I'm gonna love you once and for all

'Cause you're the one that stuck it out
And you know that's what love's all about
I could have a woman everytime I call

But I'd rather see you walkin' down the hall
And I'm gonna love you once and for all

And if you ever need me just give me a call
'Cause I'm gonna love you once and for all
And I'd rather see you walkin' down the hall

Storms Never Last

length: 3:24
Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine steals the thunder
You make the sun want to shine

Oh, I followed you down so many roads baby
I picked wild flowers and sung you soft sad songs
And ever road we took God knows our search was for the truth
And the storm brewing now won't be the last

Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine steals the thunder
You make the sun want to shine

Storms never last do they baby
Bad times will pass with the winds
Your hand in mine steals the thunder
You make the sun want to shine
Storms never last do they baby

New South

length: 4:15
Last fall we elected the man from plains
and there was lots of talk about a great big change
but the Atlanta Braves still loose to many games
and the new south thank God is still the same
old Nashville's still got a song and dance
and the Florida girls still wear no underpants
and we all get drunk at the football games
cause the new south thank God is still the same

The new south is still the same and I'm so glad of it
I don't want no little ol danish rolls I must have ham and grits
and my woman does look good in her t-shirt standin in the georgia rain
and the new south thank god is still the same

Now my old grandaddy he still farms the land
and down in miami they voted in the all over tan
and I'm hooked on those Carolina dreams
and the new south thank God is still the same
Well my boston girl she's read in the New York Times
that it was very chic now to speak southern lines
Though she sound kinda funny when she says ya'll come again
hey the new south thank god is still the same

The new south is still the same and I'm d___ glad of it
I don't want no little ol danish rolls I must have ham and grits
and my boston girl says she likes it lovin on the river bank
hey the new south thank god is still the same

and this boston girl says she likes it down here lovin by the river bank
with ol hank
cause the new south thank god is still the same ya'll come again

Tennessee

length: 2:19

Long Way to Hollywood

length: 3:59

Oh babe, I hate to leave you here
Down in this one horse town
Where the train runs through
Your early mornin' dreams
Just to leave that ol' wailin' sound

Oh, but I'm comin' back, I will return
Now woman, you wait for me
I'm bound to travel the U.S.A
From the desert unto the sea

I've got another song about the South
You know it's white now and it's black
There ain't no banjo on my knee
But that song is still on my back

It's a long, long way to Hollywood
And it's a short, short chance for fame
All them slicks people talkin' back home
But I'll make it just the same
Oh, I'll make it just the same

I've got a new song for all them old people
Hoverin' down in the Georgia night
Lord, I know their wings are heavy now
'Coz they been on a lonesome flight

All them poor old depression people, babe
You know they took a might heavy load
All the children, kinfolks, cousins too
Still walkin' down Tobacco Road

Well, if you'll tell me about Hank Williams, Lord
They're clingin' onto his fame
I'm of the same race, I'm from the same place
Got the same lonesome blood in my veins

It's a long, long way to Hollywood
And it's a short, short chance for fame
All them slicks people talkin' down home
But I'll make it just the same
Oh, I'll make it just the same

It's a long, long way to Hollywood
And it's a short, short chance for fame