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Well Ol' Hank Williams, found his voice again Beneath the whiskey and rye But he couldn't find me, cause I couldn't find myself I was stuck up on the shelf With books I haven't read "Well Ol' Hank Williams," I called his name and ran on a red-ant highway in the sand But he didn't wonder where the road was gonna go He was looking for the gold But he just found himself a friend The last thing I remember was forgetting my name And the first thing to return Was the color of the sun And the beauty of someone Who's just trying to see what you see Well Ol' Hank Williams, found a phonograph and fame In the dusty grooves of a crooked age But hallelujah there's a voice to hide the pain Cause I've been feeling so ashamed I think I've found myself a friend I think I've found myself a friend Aus Songtexte Mania