On Susan's Floor - Hank Williams Jr.

Like crippled ships that made it through the storms and finally reached a quiet

shore

The homeless found a home on Susan’s floor

I didn’t feel so cold and tired stretched out before her fire

Rolling smokes and drinking up her wine

And I remember candle light and singing till we could not sing no more

And falling warm asleep on Susan’s floor

Well now that my song is sweeter I think I’d like to greet her

And thank her for the favors that she gave

A stranger I came my head bowed in the rain to her door

I sat and sang my songs on Susan’s floor

In the morning I’d go on buying kingdoms with my songs

Knowing I’d be back in just a while warming in the sunlight of her smile

Well lots of time and songs have passed I catch myself looking back

Reliving all the wonder of those nights

That’s where I’d be today if I had only stay one night more

And sang another song on Susan’s floor

Like crippled ships that made it through the storms and finally reached a quiet

shore

The homeless found a home on Susan’s floor