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 Don tell us how it really was when you was workin with daddy.
 
 
  Well in 1950 I took a little nip 
 
 
  Along with Mr. Williams on the way to Mississipp'
 
 
  We was stacked 8 deep in a Packard limousine
 
 
  And we met this promoter in the town of New Orleans
 
 
  Now the man told Daddy that he had what it took
 
 
  And he liked the way he sang and he liked the way he shook
 
 
  He said pretty soon he'd make us all rich
 
 
  And we started believin' that fat sumbitch
 
 
  Daddy told the man if you wanna make some dough
 
 
  Take a little money and book me on a show
 
 
  And we played them dates and we filled the places well
 
 
  But Hank, he'd done blowed the profits all to hell
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Cause he'd run through a 10 and he'd run through a 20
 
 
  And he'd run through a 100 just as fast as it could go
 
 
  Like a big dose of sauce to a little bitty fella
 
 
  He'd spend a $1000 dollars on a $100 dollar show
 
 
  Hank looked at me with a funny lookin' grin, 
 
 
  Said 'I've been to the Opry and I'm goin' back again'
 
 
  We met the owner in a little office there
 
 
  And a big fat fella with some artificial hair
 
 
  He told Hank he wanted half of everything he made 
 
 
  Or he'd have to tell Audrey 'bout some women Hank had laid
 
 
  And you told Daddy he'd better get smart, 
 
 
  Get rid of them fellas and make a new start
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  And he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
 
 
  And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
 
 
  He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
 
 
  And he fired some people that he didn't even know
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Well, every song he made it went to number one,
 
 
  Y'all was workin' like hell and you was havin' fun
 
 
  We was ridin' every day and playin' every night
 
 
  And every 20 minutes some of us had a fight
 
 
  Now, Daddy he was makin' money hand over fist, 
 
 
  And y'all was getting' screwed but you wasn't getting kissed
 
 
  Yeah, I told him to pass a little bit around 
 
 
  But he said he'd rather send it to his folks in Alabam'
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  So he fired your ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
 
 
  And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
 
 
  He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
 
 
  And he fired some people that he didn't even know
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Now the owner of the Opry, he's a-doin' pretty good, 
 
 
  He's got a music company that they call Cedarwood
 
 
  And Hank played nothing but sold out halls
 
 
  And I was pumpin' gas in greasy overalls
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Cause he fired my ass and he fired Jerry Rivers
 
 
  And he fired everybody just as hard as he could go
 
 
  He fired old Cedric and he fired Sammy Pruitt
 
 
  And he fired some people that he didn't even know
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Hank run through a 50 and he'd run through a 100
 
 
  And he'd run through a 1000 just as hard as he could go
 
 
  Buying cadillac coots paying double allimony
 
 
  And he fired some people that he didn't even know.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  Don you know you, know you used to work for me one time 
 
 
  I sure know that come but come to think of it you fired my ass back in 1972
 
 
  Oh...well it's a family tradition ya know?
 
 
  Yap yap yap yap...
 
 
  But I kept Jerry Rivers
 
 
  Right right.. 
	
	
	 
	
		
		
	
	
  
	
			
	   	 
      
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