| Well, You know I like to socialise
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| Just works out that way
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| I like drinkin' with him I like talkin' to her
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| I got a million things to say
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| And if you think I’m a little crazy darlin'
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| You oughta know
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| Ever full moon the ghost of Hank Williams calls me up and sings me a song
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| He said now every mother’s daughter
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| Needs a stone back man
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| To make the records jump off the wall
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| And every time I hear it I play to go
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| With a-wop-bop-loo-bam-boom all night long
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| Well I was Interstate rollin' one dark night
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| It was scary with my radio on
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| When from my back seat there came a bluesy beat
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| And a voice that could chill the bone
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| I checked my rearview mirror, looked into his eyes
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| I saw the light
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| It was the ghost of Hank Williams, pickin' and a-grinnin'
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| He gave me some good advice
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| He told me every mother’s daughter
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| Needs a stone back man
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| To make the records jump off the wall
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| And every time I hear it I play to go
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| With a-wop-bop-loo-bam-boom all night long
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| Yeah all night long
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| Aah break my heart…
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| Well the next time I seen him I was chewin' up doors
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| On a top down dirty blonde
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| She had her liquor stick down (?) her hair was a wreck
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| I knew she was ready for fun
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| When she said now come on over honey I got what it takes
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| I saw the light
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| Then the ghost of Hank Williams taps me on the shoulder
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| And gave me this good advice
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| He said now every mother’s daughter
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| Needs a stone back man
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| To make the records jump off the wall
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| And every time I hear it I play to go
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| With a-wop-bop-loo-bam-boom… all night long
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| All night long
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| All night long
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| All night long
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| All night long
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| All night long
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| All night long |