Hank, let's talk about your daddy
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well, just break out the bottle, Hoss
I'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!