Lyrics Hank Crankin' People - Creed Fisher

Hank Crankin' People

We swing hammers, we climb ladders
Come from where a good book and a good time
And a good long hard rain’s all that matters
Yeah, we’re small town, we’re big city uptown
We’re all Red White and Blue from Fifth Avenue out to the Roadhouse
Take our hats off when we face the Flag
Twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the Hell Raisin' kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking Hard Workin', God Fearin', Beer Drinkin'
Hank Crankin' People
We shoot shotguns, say Hell yeah if you got one
We’re all down home and homegrown where a backbone ain’t something that’s long
gone
Hell no
Take our hats off when we face the Flag
Twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the Hell Raisin' kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking Hard Workin', God Fearin', Beer Drinkin'
Hank Crankin' People
We’re all laid up here in this Country State Of Mind.
Whiskey On Ice and Our
Women on fire.
Where's all of my Country folks that still can Survive?
I’m talking Hard Workin', God Fearin', Beer Drinkin'
Hank Crankin' People
Take our hats off when we face the Flag
Twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the Hell Raisin' kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking Hard Workin', God Fearin', Beer Drinkin'
Hank Crankin' People
These Hank Crankin' People
All These Hank Crankin' People