Hank Williams was an amazing and prolific young songwriter from the fifties. In this song he was able to create such sadness in so few words. The Attic Band's fresh musical and vocal arrangement of the song takes you by the hand and sits you down opposite a lonely Hank Williams with pencil in hand and well worn notepad laid on a bare wooden table in a cheap motel. The electric light is poor and the air conditioner useless. The shabby door is open to the night sounds and you can hear the crickets and whip-poor-will crying across the swamp….