Conversation Lyrics

Hank, Lets talk bout your daddy.
Tell me how your mama loved that man.

Just break out the bottle hoss,
I'll tell ya bout the driftin cowboy band.

We won't talk about the habits.

Just the music and the man.
Thats 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 who called him crazy,
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, Wauktausha,
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.
Last one to go, hoss.

Wherever he is I hope he's happy,
Oh, I hope he's doin well.

He is, 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now,
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell.

I won't ask you no more questions
To the stories only Hank can tell.

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
And 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,
He's still the most wanted outlaw in the land.


Songwriter(s): HankWilliams Jr
Copyright: Rich Way Music Inc., Bocephus Music Inc.
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