A Whole Lot of Hank

I'm an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth

I'm lookin' for good lovin' all the time

I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs

There's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes

There's a whole lot Hank underneath this hat of mine

Andrew Jackson he was my kind of hero

Though he lived and died a hundred years ago

Frank and Jessie James they know'd how to rob them trains

But they always took it from the rich and gave it to the poor

They mighta had a bad name but they both had a heart of gold

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But the greatest one of all was called Luke the Drifter

He wore diamond rings and his tailor made cowboy suits

Lawdy he was a honky tonk ramblin' man

He had this whole world in the palm of his hand

Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues

Like young Billy the Kid and ole Jessie he had nothin' to lose

I'm an outlaw from the south I got country in my mouth

And I'm lookin' for good lovin' all the time

And there's rebel in these bones there's Jim Beam in a lot of these songs

There's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in these eyes

And there's a whole lot of ole Hank in this hat of mine

I'm and outlaw from the south I got country in my mouth

And I'm lookin' for good lovin' all the time

I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs

And there's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes

And there's a whole lot of Hank in all these songs of mine