(Bobby Harden)
|
|
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
|
|
Chorus
|
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
|
|
Repeat Chorus
|
|
-----------------
|
Talking To Hank
|
Mark Chesnutt |