Hank Williams Sr. - Not Everybody Likes Us lyrics

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 sh** 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 I come from: Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank: If you even thought so, god-damn, you're f**ing dumb.