Rollin' and Ramblin' (The Death of Hank Williams) - Emmylou Harris

Folks in Nashville slammed the door

Said we don’t want you anymore

Find your own way down the road

Pack your fiddle and your guitar

Take a train or take a car

Find someone else to keep you from the cold

Rollin' and ramblin'

Women loved him half to death

He sang with whiskey on his breath

His heart broke like a child’s

Rollin' and ramblin'

The sun has set out on the trail

The hobo’s drifted up the rail

He’s taken his last ride

Oh, he always sang the blues

Like it was all he ever knew

He didn’t sing at all that night

He was pale and as he dozed

He didn’t know his time had closed

Slumped in the back seat to the right

Rollin' and ramblin'

Women loved him half to death

He sang with whiskey on his breath

His heart broke like a child’s

Rollin' and ramblin'

The sun has set out on the trail

The hobo’s drifted up the rail

He’s taken his last ride

So they send him on night train South

Through the cities and the rural routes

Just one more place to go Ah, the whistle sang the bluest note

Like it came from his own throat

Moanin' sad and cryin' low

Rollin' and ramblin'

Women loved him half to death

He sang with whiskey on his breath

His heart broke like a child’s

Rollin' and ramblin'

The sun has set out on the trail