Hank Lyrics - Mark Wills

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...