Not Everybody Likes Us - Hank Williams III

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 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 get drunk with Hank

An may the outlaws rise again

Well I’m a son of a son

I’ve got shit for 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

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 98.1

Just so you know

So 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

And if you thought so

Well 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