Hank

[Intro ]
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[Verso 1]
 
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I grew up on the back of a Piedmont pine stand, strumming on guitar strings 
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Till one day I figured that I might ought to figure out how to play and sing 
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I strummed three-chord songs all night long on the back of a farm pond bank 
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I was raised on the good words of Waylon and brought up on Hank 
 


[Verso 2]
 
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Them old songs about trotting lines and coal mines, and chewing on the hickory twig 
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In this world that I despise, I'm just trying to live life the same way that my granddad did 
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My songs might be missing two old boys kissing, but they ain't going to miss that soul 
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Of a young man living in a world that's forgetting all the things that the good Lord told 
 


[Refrão]
 
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But on the dark side of the mountain, there's a little place I go and hide 
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Where you run two hours down a two-lane road 
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You drop her down in four-wheel drive 
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When I'm deep down in that valley 
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This old world, it spins so slow 
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Like I can almost hear a voice 
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Saying, "Son, the Lord's about to call some folks on home" 


{Instrumental Break} 
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[Verso 3]
 
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Well, we're all just big bags of bones that are glued to our phones and shit that's wrecking our health 
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In this age of false idols, there's pages of Bibles collecting dust on a shelf 
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When you get that time machine going, brother, please sign me up, cuz I want off this ride that I'm on 
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Where we all get dumber by the minute and weaker by the day, with many more days left to come 
 

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