The Conversation

Hank, let's talk about your daddy Tell me how your momma loved that man Well, just break out a bottle Hoss I'll tell you 'bout the drifting 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 momma Or 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, Lord Still riding 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 Waltalja Be right here by our sides? If we left for a show in Provo He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride (that's one to go, Hoss) Wherever he is, I hope he's happy You know I hope he's doing well (yes, I do) He is, 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raising hell I won't ask you no more questions To the stories only Hank can tell (no, he could tell 'em) Back then they called him crazy Nowadays, they call him a saint (woo) 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 Drifting Cowboy Band (and the man) You know, when we get right down to it Still the most wanted outlaw in the land, yeah