Talking To Hank
While I was hunting wild turkey and sippin?? on Jim Beam

I walked up on something like I??ve never seen

So deep in the woods where I thought I was alone

Stood a structure where something or someone called home

I saw a shotgun and guitar and six- pack of beer

A sign on the front door said guess who lives here

An old red bone hound that looked older than time

And an old man who that he was just twenty-nine



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I swear he looked just like ole Hank

I wouldn??t bet a wooden nickel that he ain??t

I got goose bumps and dizzy and felt kinda faint

I think I??ve been talkin?? to Hank



He said I??ve played that old guitar in a drifting country band

Played coast to coast and a dew foreign lands

Some crowds were big and some crowds were small

Somehow I hope I let??m know I loved them all

I said you??re mighty skinny, he said would you believe

It only took one woman to do this to me

But you gotta bet your hat son and get out of the way

When they start hating love and loving to hate



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