o absalom, my son, my son!

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves began to die?
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry

--Hank Williams


We’ve got a Muslim

for a President

who hates cowboys

hates cowgirls

hates fishing

hates farming

loves gays

and we hate him

--Hank Williams Jr.