"Hank, It Will Never Be The Same Without You" lyrics
"Hank, It Will Never Be The Same Without You"
Singers may come and go, but there's one thing I know
There will never be another to compare
With this boy from Alabam' who gained fame, but never found
The happiness he always searched for everywhere
Hank Williams showed a gift of God in his many, many songs
He made many sad hearts happy and sent a lot of ramblers home
Yet his life was filled with misery right from the very start
We knew the truth each time he'd sing of men with broken hearts
And on that fateful New Year's morn, the Lord called him above
And there, I know, he will find the life of everlasting love
Yes, Hank has finally reached that goal he strived so bravely for
That of eternal happiness, could anyone deserve it more?
You know, this life was kind of rough on Hank, fate sort of kicked him 'round
But through it all, he'd just grin and say, "It ain't gonna get me down"
And then he'd seek out those in need, for they could have his last thin dime
For his heart was big, his heart was gold and he worked it overtime
You see, Hank was my real true friend, not the fair-weather kind
There was no doubt just where he stood, even when the fault was mine
To him, there was no in-between, it was either all or none
He played for keeps, but he played fair, at last for keeps, he's won
Yes, his songs will live forever, through the ages, they'll be sung
Like the echoes of a church bell long after it's been rung
So Hank, if maybe you're listening, I've heard it could be so
We miss you, boy, we miss you lots, but shucks, I'd better go
So as years roll along, we'll just carry on
But if somehow you find out I'm blue
I didn't plan it that way, so all I can say
Hank, it will never be the same without you
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- Ernest Tubb Lyrics
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