o absalom, my son, my son!
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves began to die?
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
--Hank Williams
We’ve got a Muslim
for a President
who hates cowboys
hates cowgirls
hates fishing
hates farming
loves gays
and we hate him
--Hank Williams Jr.