Thunderhead Hawkins - Uncle Kracker

I know a cabin down there in Tennessee

Where you can’t find the forest on account of the trees

And Old Perry Foster he got something to say

And you can smell the pigs cuz’they been cookin’all day

I don’t need no critics

I don’t need no suits

I just need somebody who can tell me the truth

You can keep your opinions

You can keep on walkin'

I’m gonna raise my glass yeah to Thunderhead Hawkins

Miss Mary Jane she always looks like a star

But the rock n roll banker likes to sleep in his car

You won’t hear no opry you’ll hear six strings

And you won’t know what to do when you hear Thunderhead sing

Now Mr. Hawkins got a family tree

He got that their legendary cabin down in Tennessee

You know he’ll hook up that guitar everybody gather round

You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down

Old Brother Merle he’s always waiting in the wings

Only man up in them woods wearin’all them gold rings

Old Mr. Hawkins he won’t do nobody wrong

But he’ll he’ll tear your heart out with one sad song