Hank It

A lot of things a country boy learns in life How to shoot a gun and how to use a knife But when I pulled into Hershey, PA I took my guitar up on the big stage That night I did the best I could Me and the boys played pretty darn good Then I took myself out, sat in the crowd And I learned how Bocephus shakes 'em down You gotta Hank it You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it Push it up to ten and crank it If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it If you ain't got a bunch, you gotta bank it Live it just like he sings it You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it There was a smokin' little blonde sittin' next to me Said, "How'd you make it here from Tennessee?" She must've been late and didn't catch my show But when you play at seven, that's the way it goes So I tipped my hat and we sang along To Where Have All My Rowdy Friends Gone? I climbed up on the bus after the show Had a shot of Jim Beam and we hit the road You gotta Hank it You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it Push it up to ten and crank it If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it If you ain't got a bunch, you gotta bank it Live it just like he sings it You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it You gotta Hank it You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it Push it up to ten and crank it If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it If you ain't got a bunch, you gotta bank it Live it just like he sings it You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it It's like Bocephus