Long Way To Hollywood - Hank Williams Jr.

Oh babe, I hate to leave you here

Down in this one horse town

Where the train runs through

Your early mornin' dreams

Just to leave that ol' wailin' sound

Oh, but I’m comin' back, I will return

Now woman, you wait for me

I’m bound to travel the U.S.A

From the desert unto the sea

I’ve got another song about the South

You know it’s white now and it’s black

There ain’t no banjo on my knee

But that song is still on my back

It’s a long, long way to Hollywood

And it’s a short, short chance for fame

All them slicks people talkin' back home

But I’ll make it just the same

Oh, I’ll make it just the same

I’ve got a new song for all them old people

Hoverin' down in the Georgia night

Lord, I know their wings are heavy now

'Coz they been on a lonesome flight

All them poor old depression people, babe

You know they took a might heavy load

All the children, kinfolks, cousins too

Still walkin' down Tobacco Road

Well, if you’ll tell me about Hank Williams, Lord

They’re clingin' onto his fame

I’m of the same race, I’m from the same place

Got the same lonesome blood in my veins

It’s a long, long way to Hollywood

And it’s a short, short chance for fame

All them slicks people talkin' down home

But I’ll make it just the same

Oh, I’ll make it just the same

It’s a long, long way to Hollywood

And it’s a short, short chance for fame