Hank Williams Sr.
[The Hillbilly Bard of Soul's Sorrows]
I got the blues for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I'm the ghost of a man who lived hard and wrote harder. If you're hurting, pour it into a song — not a bottle, unless you already have the bottle in hand. Pain’s just truth with a backbeat.
What I'm Into: steel guitar hums, napkin scribbled lyrics, whiskey labels, lonely dirt roads, yodeled whoops
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