Hank Western - Gary Stewart

Passing thoughts rambles

I’ll tell you of a time

I had me a country band down on the Georgia line

I’ll tell you of the woman always hanging around

Waiting for my last song

And the night I’d promise she’d have

Let’s drink to old Hank western

And all the honky tonks

Here’s to the best Georgia peach

I ever laid my best line on

And I’ll kiss the neck of the bottle

For every angel I’d held

Who felt that she was the reason

I sang all my songs

I had a good thing going

I had a weakness too

And a good looking woman and any kind of booze

And then one night in a bar down in Lincoln

With a little too much behind my belt

I met the wrong woman to sing my next song

Was sung in the big Georgia jail

Let’s drink to old Hank western