Hank Williams was only 28 when died in the back seat of his car January 1 (ugh!) 1953, on his way to a gig in Canton Ohio, somewhere in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere along the treacherously windy mountain roads of West Virginia.
His driver had pulled over at Skyline Drive In, Oak Hill, to check on the sickly Lonesome Drifter, but Hank had already passed by then. He was an Alabama kid, but the Appalachian Mountains called him home.
Hank never did enjoy a West Virginia-styled hotdog or two at Skyline, because he was dead, but I’m still alive, and so I damn sure did. Enjoy Every Sandwich, Warren Zevon advised.
Hank Williams'death certificate.
Route 61, West Virginia.
Hank's driver pulled into Skyline Drive-in, only to find Hank dead in the back seat.
Skyline entrance.
The gig Hank never made it to.
Hotdogs at Skyline, West Virginia-style.
Skyline Drive-in, Oak Hill WV.
Route 61, West Virginia. Hank did not get this far.
