Call Me Thunderhead

(What the f*ck is feeding back?) I just come in here To have whiskey and beer And say howdy to you all You all know me It me, you see The hat and shade, the beard and all Now I have heard Mmhm, I've gotten the word 'Bout all you silly imposters runnin' 'round Now let me tell you they ain't real They got no scars and no feel They don't know nothin' 'bout whiskey bent and hell bound Now I'm lookin' for lovers And I'm 'on have fun My name is Thunderhead Hawkins Hey, I'm a son of a gun Some of them more with it Some of them never get it And thank God, I'm a guitar man It's true, I love the money True, I love the honeys But the thing I really love Is to get down with the band Not everybody loves me But those that do will fight Right to the end, I got guitar friends From legendary Saturday nights I learned from Marshall Tucker B.B. King and Bobby Blue This is the country boy, I do Something rock and I do some kinda blues Now I'm lookin' for lovers And I'm known to have fun My name is Thunderhead Hawkins Hey, I'm a son of a gun Some of them more with it Most of them never get it And thank God, I'm a guitar man It's true, I love the money It's true, I love the honeys But the thing I really love Is to get down with the band T-h-u-n-d-e-r head, baby Thunderhead Hawkins