Hank

Well, my old Uncle Joe, he's a proud Democrat

He's got FDR on his baseball cap

An' thinks the whole country's on a one-way track to hell

He says there's only one truck an' that's a Chevrolet

Everything else is money gone to waste

An' a lot more people oughtta learn to do for themselves

Well, I love how we can disagree

An' we can still be family.

Makes me think about Hank

How he played his songs

Made a long-haired pot-smokin' hippy wanna sing along

Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads

There's a million you can pick

But they're all gonna lead you back home

Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days

We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways

But we can all get along

Without everybody thinkin' the same.

We got a big hair preacher on channel nineteen

A Maharaji on sixty-three

An' the good Lord's upstairs, tryin' to get them both on the phone

We got country boy's sayin' that rap just sucks

An' rappers sayin'country's all outta touch

But there's plenty of room for both on my radio

'Cause music ain't right or wrong

So tonight, let's just rock on an' on.

Makes me think about Hank

How he played his songs

Made a long-haired pot-smokin' hippy wanna sing along

Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads

There's a million you can pick

But they're all gonna lead you back home

Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days

We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways

But we can all get along

Without everybody thinkin' the same.

(Aw, c'mon, yeah boy.)

Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads

There's a million you can pick

But they're all gonna lead you back home

Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days

We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways

But we can all get along

Without everybody thinkin' the same

Yeah, the more things change

The more they stay the same

Makes me think about ol' Hank...