
About The Song
“Fly Trouble” is one of those Hank Williams pieces that people remember not because it aimed for grandeur but because it gave them permission to laugh at ordinary annoyance. The song treats a pesky little domestic nuisance—flies—with the same plainspoken honesty Hank used for heartbreak and faith. That contrast is part of its charm: here is a man known for raw confession offering something absurd and small, and doing so in a way that feels very human.
There are a few little stories that follow this kind of novelty tune around Hank’s life. Musicians and crew recalled that Hank loved to break tension in the dressing room with jokes and short, comic lines, and he often grabbed phrases he heard in everyday life. The image of someone swatting at flies in a hotel room, or a waitress cursing under her breath while clearing a table, would land with him as a seed. He turned those tiny scenes into songs that felt like shared, laughable truths.
Another thing people remember is how Hank treated those comic numbers onstage and off. He didn’t place them as mere filler; he used them the way a storyteller uses a joke between heavier tales—an interlude that made the audience breathe again. Regulars at his shows said the room would change when he slipped into a lighter tune: the laughter was immediate and the connection felt warm, as if the crowd and the singer had agreed to step out of sorrow for a moment and trade small grievances instead.
Stories from recording sessions reinforce that immediacy. Hank liked takes that sounded like speech more than those that sounded polished, and novelty songs benefited from that approach. Engineers and bandmates remembered keeping first or second takes because the feeling was right, imperfections and all. That kept the humor honest; you can still hear the way a line lands like a joke told at a kitchen table, with the tiniest hitch that makes it feel true, not staged.
It’s also worth noting how such songs fit into the social life of the time. In the smoky rooms, diners and gas stations where Hank’s records circulated, people were used to a world where small annoyances mattered. A song about flies resonated because it named a tiny piece of daily life—something as real as the coffee on a counter. That recognition made the track a companion for ordinary hours, not just a novelty to be forgotten after the chorus.
Over the years, “Fly Trouble” has tended to live in the margins of Hank’s catalog, the kind of track collectors pull out to show a different side of the man behind the big hits. Those who dig into his records find it a refreshing reminder that Hank could be sharp and tender and, sometimes, mischievous. The song’s modest aim is part of its power: it doesn’t try to solve anything, only to name a frustration and invite a chuckle.
Ultimately this tune endures because it’s small and honest. In a career full of high stakes and deep confessions, a light song about everyday pestilence can feel like a breath of real life. Hank didn’t ignore sorrow; he also knew life included ridiculous little moments. “Fly Trouble” is a reminder that he heard them all—and that sometimes the clearest human truth is the one that makes you smile at your own petty trouble.
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Did you ever sit straight up in bed
With somethin’ a circlin’ round ya head
An ya swat at it as it wizzes by
And it’s just one pesky little flyYou shake ya head an twitch ya nose
And settle down to sweep ya floors
And when ya just about to dose…fly troubleBuzz buzz buzz goes that busy little fly
Buzz buzz buzz he’s takin off an hideYou roll the paper up nice and tight
And wait around for him to light
But theirs a fly that’s a liven right
Buzz buzz buzzNow the toughest hide grows on a mule
Cause he’s a bulky stuborn fool
He likes to look at yu and glare
An never even move a hairBut when his muscles start to twitch
An when his tail begins to swish
That mule ain’t bothered with an itch…fly troubleBuzz buzz buzz goes that busy little pest
Buzz buzz buzz that mule can’t get no restHe shakes his head an bats his eye
An kicks his heels up to the sky
Did you ever see a jass ack cry
Buzz buzz buzzNow you pick a perfect night in june
When flowers are bloomin beneath the moon
And ya light of love is shinin’ bright
An you tell ya self tonights the nightYa brace ya self an ya courage grows
An on ya knees where you would propose
When somethin bights you on the nose…fly troubleBuzz buzz buzz goes that busy little thing
Buzz buzz buzz you swat an loose the ringYou fan the air as he goes by
An stick ya finger in your eye
Hit everything except that fly
Buzz buzz buzz