To Hank - Hardy, Brantley Gilbert, Colt Ford

To Hank

Well, there’s a lotta old boys like me

That grew up in a country state of mind

Knew every word, knew every line you sang

We’d crank you up on a Friday night

Ride them roads and just let you play

I just wanna say, yeah

Thanks for the whiskey bents and hell bounds

And all those nights just ridin' around

To the soundtrack of my life

Man, we had us some nights

Between outlaw women and my rowdy friends

Every song you sang, it just seemed to fit

Like a Chevy on a river bank

No tellin' how many beers I drank

To Hank, yeah

[Post-Chorus: HARDY &

Brantley Gilbert

Hey, how 'bout you, B.G.

Aw yeah

First time I saw you play

Well, you were drunk and I was too

You forgot the words, but I helped you out

Sang along with the whole damn crowd

To Hank

Yeah, I know you rolled a little smoke

And ticked off some folks as I recall

But ain’t we all?

Yeah, ain’t we all?

Thanks for the whiskey bents and hell bounds

And all those nights just ridin' around

To the soundtrack of my life

Man, we had us some nights

Between outlaw women and my rowdy friends

Every song you sang, it just seemed to fit

Like a Chevy on a river bank

No tellin' how many beers I drank

To Hank, yeah

[Bridge: Colt Ford &

Brantley Gilbert

You know, he ain’t the only Hank (

Naw, he sure ain’t

Let me tell ya, Hoss, long before ol' Bocephus (

Well, come on

There was «Hey Good Lookin'» and «I Saw the Light»

And «I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry»

Yeah, he left us way too soon

Can’t nobody fill his shoes

Between «Cold Cold Heart» and «Mansion On the Hill»

Every song he sang just seemed to feel

Like a Caddy on a lost highway

So many things I’d like to say

To Hank