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Hank, let's about your daddy
Tell me how mama loved that man
Well, just break out a bottle,
tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band

We won't talk about the
the music and the man, that's all

Now Hank, you got to tell me
Did daddy really write all them songs? Did he?
don't deserve no answer, hoss
Let's light up and just along

Do you think he wrote 'em your mama
Or the man who done her wrong, you know that

Yeah, back then they called him
Nowadays they him a saint
Now the ones that him crazy
Are ridin' on his name

Well, if he was here now, Bocephus
Would he think that we were right? Do you think he
Don't you he would Watasha
Be right here by our

If we left for a show in
He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride,

Wherever he is I hope he's
You know I hope he's well, yes I do
He is he's got one arm around my mama now
And he sure did love Miss and raisin' hell

I ask you no more questions
To the only Hank could tell

Back then they called him
they call him a saint
Most folks don't know they fired him from the Opry
And caused his greatest pain

I loved to you about lovesick
How Miss loved that man
You I've always loved to listen
To the stories about that cowboy band and the man

You know when we get right to it
Still the most wanted in the land, yeah, woh