| Hank let’s talk about your daddy
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| Tell me how your momma loved that man.
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| Well, just break a bottle hoss
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| I’ll tell ya' about the drifting cowboy band.
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| We wont talk about the habits.
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| Just the music and the man thats all.
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| Now Hank, you just gotta tell me Did your daddy really write all them songs, did he.
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| That don’t deserve no answer hoss
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| Let’s light up and just move along.
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| Do you think he wrote 'em about your momma
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| Or about the man who done her wrong
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| You know that.
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| Yeah, back then they called him crazy
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| Nowadays they call him a saint
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| Now the ones that call him crazy
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| Are still riding on his name.
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| Well, if he was here right now Bocephus
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| Would he think that we were right?
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| Do you think he might?
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| Don’t you know he would Watusy
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| Be right here by our side.
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| If we left for a show in Provo
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| Be the first one on the bus and ready to ride
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| Last one to go hoss.
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| Wherever he is I hope he’s happy
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| You know, I hope he’s doing well.
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| Yes, I do.
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| He is
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| 'Cause he’s got one arm around my momma now
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| And her sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell.
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| I wont ask you no more questions
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| To the stories only Hank could tell
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| And he could tell’em.
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| Back then they called him crazy
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| Now days they call him a saint.
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| Most folks don’t know that
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| They fired him from the Opry
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| And that 'caused his greatest pain.
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| I’d love to tell you about lovesick
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| How Miss Audrey loved that man.
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| You know, I’ve always loved to listen to The stories about that drifting cowboy band.
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| That man.
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| You know when we get right down to it Still the most wanted outlaw in the land… |