HARDY (US, country) – To Hank (Guitar)

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To Hank

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Well, there's a lotta old boys like me

     D
That grew up in a country state of mind

     A
Knew every word, knew every line you sang

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We'd crank you up on a Friday night

     D
We'd ride them roads and just let you play

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I just wanna say, yeah

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

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First time I saw you playing

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Well, you were drunk and I was too

D
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

B
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

B
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

B
Every song you sang, it just seemed to fit

D
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)

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There was, "Hey Good Lookin'", and, "I Saw the Light"

B
And, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"

D
Yeah, he left us way too soon

A
Can't nobody fill his shoes

E
Between, "Cold, Cold Heart", and, "Mansion On the Hill"

B
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