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