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

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

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

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

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

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

If we for a show in Provo
He'd be the one on the bus and ready to ride, [Incomprehensible]

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

I won't ask you no more
To the stories only could tell

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

I loved to you about lovesick
How Audrey loved that man
You know I've loved to listen
To the about that driftin' cowboy band and the man

You when we get right down to it
Still the most outlaw in the land, yeah, woh