To Hank (feat. 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
 We'd 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
 Hey, how 'bout you, B.G.?
 Aw, yeah
 First time I saw you playing
 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
 You know, he ain't the only Hank (nah, 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