To Hank

To Hank Well, there's a lotta old boys like me That grew up in a country state of mind Knew every word, knew every line you sang We'd crank you up on a Friday night We'd ride them roads and just let you play I just wanna say, yeah Thanks for the whiskey bents and hell bounds And all those nights just ridin' around To the soundtrack of my life Man, we had us some nights Between outlaw women and my rowdy friends Every song you sang, it just seemed to fit Like a Chevy on a river bank No tellin' how many beers I drank To Hank, yeah Hey, how 'bout you, B.G.? Aw, yeah First time I saw you playing Well, you were drunk and I was too You forgot the words, but I helped you out Sang along with the whole damn crowd To Hank Yeah, I know you rolled a little smoke And ticked off some folks as I recall But ain't we all? Yeah, ain't we all? Thanks for the whiskey bents and hell bounds And all those nights just ridin' around To the soundtrack of my life Man, we had us some nights Between outlaw women and my rowdy friends Every song you sang, it just seemed to fit Like a Chevy on a river bank No tellin' how many beers I drank To Hank You know, he ain't the only Hank (nah, he sure ain't) Let me tell ya, Hoss, long before ol' Bocephus (well, come on) There was, "Hey Good Lookin'", and, "I Saw the Light" And, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" Yeah, he left us way too soon Can't nobody fill his shoes Between, "Cold, Cold Heart", and, "Mansion On the Hill" Every song he sang just seemed to feel Like a Caddy on a lost highway So many things I'd like to say To Hank