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Everything's Okay
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by hank williams, sr.
I went to the country - just the other day
To see my uncle bill and sorta pass the time away
I asked him how he’d been - since last, I’d passed his way
He rubbed his chin - here’s what he had [g] to say.
My wife’s been sick - the young’ns, too
And I’m durn near - down with the flu
The cow’s gone dry - and them hens won’t lay
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’- thing’s okay.
The hogs took the cholera and they’ve all done died
The bees got mad - and they left the hive
The weevils got the corn and the rain rotted the hay
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The porch rotted down - that’s more expense
The durned old mule - he tore down the fence
The mortgage is due and - I can’t pay
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The cow broke in the field and eat up the beans
The durn rabbits - they got the turnip greens
And my ma-in-law just moved in to stay
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
My land’s so poor - so hard and yeller
You have to set on a sack of fetilizer to raise an umbreller
And it rains out here - nearly ever’ day
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The well’s gone dry and I have to tote the water
Up from the spring - about a mile and a quarter
My helper, he quit - for the lack of pay
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The house it leaks - it needs a new top
When it rains - it wets ever’thing we got
The chimney fell down - just yesterday
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The corn meals gone and the meat’s run out
Got nothin’ to kill to put in the smokehouse
The preacher’s comin’ sunday - to spend the day
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
The canned stuff’s spoiled - else the jar’s got broke
And all we got left is one old billy goat
We’re gonna have a new baby about the first of may
But - we’re still a-livin’ - so ever’thing’s okay.
My crop it rotted - in the ground
I asked for another loan but the banker turned me down
But - we’re still a-livin’ and we’re prayin’ for better days
So - after all, ever’thing’s in purty good shape.
Tipsy
