I don't care if tomorrow never comes This world holds nothing for me I've been lonely night and day ever since you went away So I don't care if tomorrow never comes If tomorrow never comes and the sun don't ever shine It won't matter with me For when she left away my world ended that day So I don't care if tomorrow never comes My lonely mind goes back to days that used to be My broken heart cries out for you Oh if I can't have you here I can't go on my dear So I don't care if tomorrow never comes If tomorrow never comes... George when she left away poor Hank my world ended that day I don't care if tomorrow never comes

If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made I'd probably run for President of the Southern States The day Elvis passed away would be our national holiday If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas And we wouldn't have no killers getting off free If they were proven guilty, then they would swing quickly Instead of writing books and smiling on TV We'd all learn Cajun cooking in Louisiana And I'd put that capital back in Alabama We'd put Florida on the right track, 'cause we'd take Miami back And throw all them pushers in the slammer Oh, if the South woulda won, we woulda had it made I'd probably run for President of the Southern States The day young Skynyrd died, we'd show our southern pride If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made "Play a little dixieland boys, ah yes" I'd have all the whiskey made in Tennessee And all the horses raised in those Kentucky hills The national treasury would be in Tupelo, Mississippi And I'd put Hank Williams picture on 100 dollar bills I'd have all the cars made in the Carolinas And I'd ban all the ones made in China I'd have every girl child sent to Georgia to learn to smile And talk with that Southern accent that drives men wild I'd have all the fiddles made in Virginia 'Cause they sure can make 'em sound so fine I'm going up on Wolverton Mountain and see ole Clifton Clowers And have a sip of his good ole Arkansas wine Hey, if the South woulda won, we'd a had it made I'd probably run for President of the Southern States When Patsy Cline passed away, that would be our national holiday If the South woulda won, we'd a had it made, olay he hee hee I said if the South woulda won, we woulda had it made Might even be better off

Written and recorded by: Hank Williams, Sr. I Just Don't Like This Kind Of Livin' I'm tired of doin' all the givin' I give my all and sit and yearn And get no lovin' in return And I Just Don't Like This Kind Of Livin'. Why do we stay together We al-ways fuss and fight You ain't never known to be wrong And I ain't never been right; Tell me where you think we're goin' 'Cause I ain't got no way of knowin' When things go wrong, you go your way You leave me here, to pay and pay And I Just Don't Like This Kind Of Livin'. I just don't like the things you're doin' Your evil heart will be your ruin When things start runnin' smooth and free You haul right off and you pick on me And I just don't like this way of livin'. They say the road of love is long It's rocky and it's rough But if this road don't start to get smooth I've traveled it long enough; Why don't you act a little older And get that chip off of your shoulder I've told you once, now I'll tell you twice You better start to treat me nice 'Cause I just don't like this way of livin'.

It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine She wants to tell me where to go Tell me what to do Tell me what to eat And how loud I can chew She even wants to tell me What thoughts I oughta think It used to drive me crazy Till it drove me to drink It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine Well shes such a pretty thing You'd think shes heaven sent She's the quarrelsome kind Love's an argument She could yell all day She can scream all night I just sit there smilin As high as a kite It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drinking all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine This drinking buddy of mine Said he met a girl Said she was the meanest Woman in the world I saw her pretty picture I said man your poking fun Then the day I met her I said pour me one It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine You may look down your nose at me Think I'm an old sorry Son of a b The only way I'm giving up My drinking glass is if I can Find a way to get her off my back Spoken: Your wife's on the phone. Little brown jug upon my lips Your saving our love With every sip It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine Every time I get sober She drives me out of my mind It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine But when I'm liquored up Hell I love her

Well, you know I'm not much good at writing letters So I gave up and decided that I'd call No, there's really not much news to tell you Things back here, they never change at all It snowed today, it's cold here for November But I hear the weather's warm out there Oh, and if you see Burt Reynolds Would you shake his hand for me? And tell old Burt, I've seen all his movies Well, I hope you make the big time I hope your dreams come true But if Hollywood don't need you Honey, I still do Last night I drove the truck to Amarillo Some friends and I, we had a laugh or two But lately we don't cut up like we used to 'Cause all that I can think about is you I know this is what you've always wanted But I know now that all I want is you So if you see Burt Reynolds Would you shake his hand for me? And tell old Burt, I've seen all his movies Well, I hope you make the big time I hope your dreams come true But if Hollywood don't need you Honey, I still do If Hollywood don't need you Honey, I still do

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...