Norm, Nate, and Hank Williams

This is the story of Norm and Nate, And Hank Williams, the great balladeer, And what was to be their horrible fate As they spun on this rotating sphere. Nate the needle played hits on a platter, Spinning the sad songs Norm had made him. Norm, as they’d say, was mad as a hatter, But Nate the needle meekly obeyed him. In a circle, the platter would revolve As Nate would sing sad sounds he found there, While Norm, crying bitter tears, would dissolve, As Hank’s words and voice, he couldn’t bear. Hank’s million-dollar voice came from on high, But the Lord gave him a 10-cent head. He wrote the song, “So Lonesome I Could Cry” Lamenting leaves that would soon be dead. On New Year’s, ‘53, Hank Williams died; Norm could play only that song and not move. Hank saw the light, while Norm cried and cried, And Nate was buried in a watery groove.