Loudon Wainwright Iii - Hank and Fred lyrics

On my way Thursday from the Y I heard it in the car Bob Edwards broke the news tonight yes he of NPR Driving through Montgomery I hung my head and cried Then visited Hank Williams grave the day Fred Rodgers died Zelda Sayre, F. Scott Fitzgerald lived somewhere in this old town Nat King Cole was born here Rosa Parks stayed sitting down Black And white d**h booze and music genius courage kindness pride I felt them all around me there the day Fred Rodgers died And we mocked King Friday the thirteenth on Saturday night Live But once I started crying it was pretty hard to drive On New Year's day Hank slipped away slumped over in the back Oh I hope he had his cardigan on in that Cadillac When you look out from the hilltops you can see confederate graves And the railroad runs by the river it carries cotton, soldiers, slaves Hank's real name was Hiram we all could feel his pain And Fred McFeely Rodgers knew how to talk to a train And we mocked King Friday the thirteenth on Saturday night Live But once I started crying it was pretty hard to drive Driving through Montgomery I hung my head and cried Then visited Hank Williams grave the day Fred Rodgers died I visited Hank Williams grave when Mr. Rodgers died