Hank, let′s talk about your daddy

Tell me how your mama loved that man

Well, just break out the bottle, HossI'll tell ya about the driftin′ cowboy band

We won't talk about the habits

Just the music and the man (that's all)

Now Hank, you just gotta tell me

Did your daddy really write all them songs? (Did he?)

That don′t deserve no answer, Hoss

Let′s light up and just move along

Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama?

And about the man who done her wrong?

(You know that)

Yeah, back then, they called him crazy

Nowadays, they call him a saint

Now the ones that called him crazy (come on)

Are still ridin′ on his name

Well, if he was here right now, Bocephus

Would he think that we were right?

(Do you think he might?)

Don't you know he would, Watasha

Be right here by our side?

If we left for a show in Provo

He′d be the first one on the bus and ready to ride

I just wanna go, Hoss

Wherever he is, I hope he's happy

And, oh, I hope he′s doin' well (yes, I do)

He is, 'cause he′s got one arm around my mama now

And he sure did love Miss Audrey and a raisin′ hell

I won't ask you no more questions

To the stories only Hank can tell (no, you can tell me)

Back then, they called him crazy

Nowadays, they call him a saint

Most folks don′t know that they fired him from the Opry

And that caused his greatest pain

I'd love to tell you about lovesick

How Miss Audrey loved that man

You know I′ve always loved to listen

To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band, and the man

You know, when we get right down to it

Still the most wanted outlaw in the land

Yeah

Woo!