^A You been over at the jukebox, mister, all this after^Dnoon Playing ^A Hank Williams records for a ^E dime Well, I ^A may be just a cat to you, but I know that heartbreak ^D tune And I’m proud to say Hank ^A Williams was a ^E real good friend of ^A mine I never asked for money or his autograph, you see ‘Cause I don’t need too much to get along I just liked to sit there with him and keep him company Who says cats can’t understand a real good country song? You think you know the man inside your little radio All the trials and heartaches he’s been though To you he’s just a country star, to me he’s just a friend No you don’t know Hank Williams like I do Some nights we’ll go out riding in his great big car With the little radio that’s built right in I’d sit up front there with him and his old guitar And listen while the DJ played “Your Cheatin’ Heart” again “Well, Buddy, you know there’s something strange about trying to live a life of fame, you see It’s supposed to make me happy, all it does is worry me Nobody else seems to understand the things that I go through Only time I feel peaceful is when I’m riding round with you You’ve heard it on the radio, Hank has passed away In the back seat of that Cadillac, it’s true To you he’s just a legend now, to me he’s still a friend No, you don’t know Hank Williams like I do