"Call Me Thunderhead" lyrics

What the fuck is feeding back?

I just come in here
To have whiskey and beer
And say howdy to you all
You all know me
It me, you see
The hat and shade, the beard and all
Now I have heard
I've gotten the word
'Bout all your silly imposters runnin' around
Now let me tell you then real
They got now scars, no feels
They don't know nothin' 'bout whiskey, bed, and hell-bound

Now I'm lookin' for lovers
And I'm all have fun
My name is thunderhead hawkins
Hey, I'm a son of a gun

Some of them know willy
Some of them never get it
And thank God I'ma get some man
It's you, I love the money
It's you, I love the honeys
But the thing I really love
Is to get down with the band

Now nobody loves me
But those that do will fight
Right in the end I got guitar friends from legendary Saturday nights
I learned from Marshall Tucker
B.B. King and Bobby Blue
This is the country boy I do
Something rock and I do some kinda blues

Now I'm lookin' for lovers
And I'm all have fun
My name is thunderhead hawkins
Hey, I'm a son of a gun

Some of them know willy
Some of them never get it
And thank God I'ma get some man
It's you, I love the money
It's you, I love the honeys
But the thing I really love
Is to get down with the band

T-H-U-N-D-E-R head
Baby, thunderhead hawkins