Lyrics:
I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he
I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Jr Jr anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before
Hank weighs close to two hundred pounds and he
I'd just sit in silence by myself
Turn this house into a jail
Dyin' slow in a livin' hell
But love's got a funny way of keepin' score
And your
he'll pay me back in time
And Bill's gettin'paid to know
If anyone's lyin'
Then Bill said to give it to Hank
'Cause Hank owns a bank and he can make
the liquor store, starin' at a fifth
But they picked up a handle instead
Hell right (hell right?)
Hell right (okay)
Couple girls with their boots
He's got the whitest legs
This side of montana
Never seen a situation he couldn't handle
No he'll never give in and
He always helps his friends
But
I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound
Yeah, old Hank's songs
Always make me feel low down
I was a bad reputation with an attitude to match
Hell bent on goin' nowhere and gettin' there lightning fast
Twenty-one and looking thirty but
years
We need a change
Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville
"Son, you finally got it made"
Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will
Hank let's talk about your daddy tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band
Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle, hoss
I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy
Daddy had a 1949 ford
When I was just about ten years old
We would listen to Hank and Lefty on the radio
''Why Don't You Love Like You Used to Do?''
And if he was here he'd say "'hoss neither did Hank"
I ain't dogging what you're doing but then again, hell yes I am
I just don't give a damn
'Cause you
years
We need a change
Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville
"Son, you finally got it made"
Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will
Kick it off right
With some country boy can survive
Y'all ready? Here we go
One, two, three, four
We're gonna Hank the hell out of the honkytonk
some Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started
It's my kinda party
Well if you wanna drink
Go baby, just do your thing
But give up
Harry Truman was our president
A coke and burger cost you thirty cents
I was still in love with Mavis Brown
On the night Hank Williams came
he'll pay me back in time
And Bill's gettin'paid to know
If anyone's lyin'
Then Bill said to give it to Hank
'Cause Hank owns a bank and he can make
Woke up dead, head poundin' like a kick-drum
Red-eyed [?] smoke-filled black lung
Cigarette burnin' holes in a fold-out
Must've had one hell
Harry Truman was our president
A coke an burger cost you thirty cents
I was still in love with Mavis Brown
On the night Hank Williams came to town
Harry Truman was our president
A coke and burger cost you thirty cents
I was still in love with Mavis Brown
On the night Hank Williams came
told the man if you wanna make some dough
Take a little money and book me on a show
And we played them dates and we filled the places well
But Hank
Hank, he'd done blowed the profits all to hell
'Cause he'd run through a 10 and he'd run through a 20
And he'd run through a 100 just as fast as it
And George Jones crankin' out my Coupe DeVille
Yeah, I'm a five-star
Hell-raisin' dive-bar rockstar
I got a thing for the finer things
I'm in that deer
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