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stands about six foot four
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Jr Jr anymore
Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter rode
stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter
the Drifter") in 1952
-later recorded by Hank Williams, Jr. and charted at # 37 in 1969
-Words and Music by Bonnie Dodd


(So be careful of stones that you
music singing star
I've heard Hank Williams many times till I learned his songs by heart
They've my start got me jobs when I was broke and that helped me
And Dottie West is probably the prettiest
There's the old pea-picker Ernie Ford
Jimmy Rodgers George Morgan Hank Williams 
And the wandering boy Web Pierce
Sittin' here countin' the cars going by
In a hour must a been one or two
The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothes line
Its an old front porch
Cash
How about old Jimmy Buffet bring him in there when that's sun shining,
George Strait an old friend
Can’t forget Hank Jr and all his rowdy friends
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob

Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Dance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishing guides
And Richard
pretty good
But it could get better than this

Bill Mance and Hank Parker floated by in a boat
And volunteered to be our fishin' guides
And Richard
like that old song by Hank Williams,
I am so lonesome I could cry.
Can't seem to shake these sad old feelings,
I've really got the lonesomes tonight.
heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine 
So I thought that something might rub off on me 

You can take what you want after I'm gone 
It's
We got beer iced down in the cooler
Truck radio crankin Hank Jr
Everbody's gettin looser
Son, look what ol' Burley's got
Boys we're about to kick
Prediction, prediction foretold
Prediction, yeah, from the days of old
Prediction, yeah, from way back when
The years Jah send, years Jah send
believe that's the way we were supposed to live
Wouldn't trade one single day in small town U-S-A

Give me a Saturday night my baby by my side
A little Hank
We got beer iced down in the cooler
Truck radio crankin Hank Jr
Everbody's gettin looser
Son, look what ol' Burley's got
Boys we're about to kick
in Country Music Heaven
Oh What a beautiful sight
He introduced me to Hank Williams and we saw Elvis
And then he showed me the Hall Of Fame
With all
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way

We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers