HARDY feat Brantley Gilbert - To Hank

[Intro]
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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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We’d ride them roads and just let you play
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I just wanna say, yeah

[Chorus]

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To Hank, yeah Hey, how ’bout you, B G ? Aw, yeah

[Verse]

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First time I saw you playing
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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 You know, he ain’t the only Hank (nah, he sure ain’t)
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Let me tell ya, Hoss, long before ol’ Bocephus (well, come on)

Ending
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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