Hank - Dead Horse

Hank gets up in the morning

Puts on his boots

Takes a shot of whiskey

Spits out his chew

Shootin' deer drinkin' beer is all

He thinks about

He’s a family man

Down right American

Hank he don’t like me

He thinks I’m the enemy

He likes his simple life

He calls his own world

Here I am

Formin' the noose

Hank he don’t like me

He thinks I’m the enemy

He likes the simple life

He calls his own world

His paradise

Here I am tightening the noose

Hank is born again

A law abiding citizen

Member of the Aryan race