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1. | Gonna Go Huntin' Tonight |
2. | La Grange |
3. | A Whole Lot of Hank |
4. | Made in the Shade |
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6. | The Girl on the Front Row at Fort Worth |
7. | The Homecoming Queen |
8. | Blue Jean Blues |
9. | Twodot Montana |
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Now they say, Hank Jr. has strayed away
Of all them songs that put his daddy in an early grave
But his daddy would be proud, he could see Bocephus now
Why don't you leave that boy alone, let him sing his song?
Ole Waylon has been known to play half time
And he been known to get out of his mind
Don't know whether he's right or wrong
He's got a string of hits about two miles long
Why don't you leave that boy alone and let him sing his song?
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there songs?
You know there gonna do whatever they want
If you don't like the way they sing who's gonna cast the first stone?
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song?
Hank Williams was the king of country soul
My daddy took me to see him in Lubuck but he didn't show
Now the people got mad and they all went home
The first thing we did was put his records on
I guess, we should have left him alone and let him sing his song
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there songs?
You know there gonna do whatever they want
If you don't like the way they sing who's gonna cast the first stone?
(One more time, Earnest)
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song?
Why don't you leave them boys alone, let 'em sing there song?
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Some ladies love diamonds
Fast cars and freedom
Trips to the island
Castles in Spain
Las Vegas card sharks
Blues men that blow French harps
But no strings to her heart
Just the arms of cocaine
Yes, she likes to run
With us high ridin' cowboys
She says she feels a whole lot
More at home on the range
She can handle her feelings
In most all situations
But she just cannot handle
The arms of cocaine
Hey, I'm just a rhymer
Writin' down new phrases
Lookin' for ladies
Who know I'm subject to change
Content to believe in
The songs I am singin'
Help her find her feelings
Help her break the chains of cocaine
Oh, my lady's special
She's into my kind of music
She likes Jim Beam and water
Instead of champagne
I like Levi's and leather
Makin' love together
No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine
No more stormy weather
Since she broke the chains of cocaine
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