Hank lyrics

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...