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 'cause' they been cookin' all day

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 I don't need no critics
 I don't need no suits
 I just need somebody who can tell me the [bad word]  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

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 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