Lyrics Hank Williams – Everything’s Okay
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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 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
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.»