Conversation

Hank, let's talk about your daddy Tell me how your mama loved that man Well, just break out a bottle, hoss I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band We won't talk about the habits Just the music and the man, that's all Now Hank, you just got to tell me Did your daddy really write all them songs, did he That don't deserve no answer, hoss Let's light up and just move along Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama Or about the man who done her wrong, you know that Yeah, back then they called him crazy Nowadays they call him a saint Now the ones that called him crazy Are still ridin' on his name Well, if he was here right now, Bocephus Would he think that we were right, do you think he might Don't you know he would Watasha Be right here by our side If we left for a show in Provo He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride Wherever he is I hope he's happy You know I hope he's doin' well, yes I do He is 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell I won't ask you no more questions To the stories only Hank could tell Back then they called him crazy Nowadays they call him a saint Most folks don't know that they fired him from the Opry And that caused his greatest pain I loved to tell you about lovesick How Miss Audrey loved that man You know I've always loved to listen To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band and the man You know when we get right down to it Still the most wanted outlaw in the land, yeah, woh