I know a cabin down there in Tennessee
  Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees
  And Old Perry Foster he got something to say
  And you can smell the pigs cuz' they been cookin' all day
  
  CHORUS
  
  I don't need no critics
  I don't need no suits
  I just need somebobody who can tell me the truth
  You can keep your opinions
  You can keep on walkin'
  I'm gonna raise my glass yeah to Thunderhead Hawkins
  
  REPEAT TWICE
  
  Miss Mary Jane she always looks like a star
  But the rock n roll banker likes to sleep in his car
  You won't hear no opry you'll hear six strings
  And you won't know what to do when you hear Thunderhead sing
  
  REPEAT CHORUS
  
  Now Mr. Hawkins got a family tree
  He got that their legendary cabin down in Tennessee
  You know he'll hook up that guitar everybody gather round
  You stay close to the fire when the sun goes down
  Old Brother Merle he's always waiting in the wings
  Only man up in them woods wearin' all them gold rings
  Old Mr. Hawkins he won't do nobody wrong
  But he'll he'll tear your heart out with one sad song
  
  REPEAT CHORUS