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Settin’ the Woods on Fire – Hank Williams

About the SongSettin the Woods on Fire

“Settin’ the Woods on Fire” by Hank Williams is a joyous, toe-tapping celebration of carefree fun and youthful exuberance. Released in 1952, this upbeat track showcases a lighter, more playful side of Williams, diverging from the heartache and longing often associated with his music. With its infectious energy and lively tempo, it’s a perfect reminder of why Hank Williams remains one of the most versatile and beloved figures in country music history.

The song is a rollicking ode to living in the moment, packed with vivid imagery of a night out on the town. Lyrics like “We’ll get hotter than a poker, you’ll be broke but I’ll be broker” capture the reckless abandon of young love and the thrill of cutting loose without a care in the world. The clever wordplay and humor make it clear that this isn’t a song about regret or melancholy—it’s a celebration of life, love, and the simple joys of having a good time.

Musically, “Settin’ the Woods on Fire” is a burst of energy from the very first note. The spirited instrumentation, featuring twangy guitars and a driving rhythm, perfectly complements the playful lyrics. Williams’ vocal performance brims with charm and enthusiasm, drawing listeners into the excitement of the moment. It’s nearly impossible to sit still while listening to this song; its infectious rhythm practically demands foot-tapping, dancing, or at least a smile.

While many of Hank Williams’ most famous songs delve into the deeper, more emotional aspects of life, this track highlights his ability to craft music that’s simply fun. It reflects a side of his artistry that sometimes gets overshadowed: his talent for writing and performing songs that bring people together and lift their spirits.

“Settin’ the Woods on Fire” remains a timeless anthem for anyone looking to shake off their worries and embrace the joy of the present. Whether you’re a lifelong Hank Williams fan or just discovering his music, this song is guaranteed to brighten your day. It’s a reminder that, sometimes, the best moments in life are the ones where you’re just “burning up the night” with someone special.Picture background

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Lyrics: “Settin’ The Woods On Fire”

 

Comb your hair and paint and powder
You act proud and I’ll act prouder
You sing loud and I’ll sing louder
Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fireYou’re my gal and I’m your feller
Dress up in your frock of yeller
I’ll look swell but you’ll look sweller
Settin’ the woods on fireWe’ll take in all the honky tonks
Tonight we’re havin’ fun
We’ll show the folks a brand new dance
That never has been doneI don’t care who thinks we’re silly
You’ll be daffy and I’ll be dilly
We’ll order up two bowls of chili
Settin’ the woods on fireI’ll gas up my hot rod stoker
We’ll get hotter than a poker
You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker
Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire

We’ll sit close to one another
Up one street and down the other
We’ll have a time oh brother
Settin’ the woods on fire

We’ll put aside a little time
To fix a flat or two
My tires and tubes are doin’ fine
But the air is showin’ through

You clap hands and I’ll start bowin’
We’ll do all the laws allowin’
Tomorrow I’ll be right back plowin’
Settin’ the woods on fire

 

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