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



We won't talk about the habits

Just the music and the man

Now Hank, if you just got to tell me

Did your daddy really write all them songs



That don't deserve no answer hoss

Let's light up and just move along

Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama

Or about the man who done her wrong



Well, back then, they called him crazy

Nowadays they call him a saint

Now the ones that called him Lord crazy

Still ridin' on his name



Well, if he was here right now, Bocephus

Would he think that we were right?

Do you think he might?

Don't you know he would walk tall

Sir be right by our side



If we left for a show in Provo

He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride

Wherever he is, I hope he's happy

And I hope he's doin' well, yes, I do



He is 'cause he's got one arm around my mama

How he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell

Guess, I've asked you too many questions

To the stories only Hank could tell



Well, back then they called him crazy

Nowadays they call him a saint

Most folks don't know that they fired him from the Opry

And that caused him the greatest pain



I loved to tell you about lovesick

And how Miss Audrey loved that man

You know, I've always loved to listen

To the stories about the driftin' cowboy band



You know when we get right down to it

Still the most wanted outlaws in the land

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