Hank and the Drinking

I get lost in the way I tip my glass I learned from the dinosaur, tell 'em all to kiss my ass Yeah, I'm known to get a little wild with all my rowdy friends And when I get whiskey bent, hell bound, yeah, son it all depends You might find me on a creek bank going toe to toe with a flat cat Somewhere knee-deep in the red clay mud, tell me what you know about that I can't help it that's the way I am, I was raised to walk the line I work hard 'til the daylight is gone, then go find a good time Tip back a couple cold ones, yeah son, what else can I say You can blame it on the Hank and the drinkin', 'cause they made me this way I'm known to take the low road and make a bottle disappear And that's easy to do when you get ol' Hank junior crawling in your ear I might end up at a bar fight one night at the Stumble Inn Pay the tab, call the cab, get up the next morning and do it all over again Oh, how I love being in a country state of mind If you ain't misbehaving son, then you ain't doin' something right Let's crank Bocephus, drink whiskey by the gallon 'til we're hollowing at the moon And it's a family tradition to raise your glass And mention all the ones that left to soon (left to soon) I can't help it that's the way I am, I was raised to walk the line I work hard 'til the daylight is gone, then go find a good time Tip back a couple cold ones, yeah son, what else can I say You can blame it on the Hank and the drinkin', 'cause they made me this way Hey weatherman, can you tell me what's the forecast for the night There just might be a storm brewing 'cause I got Dixie on my mind You might find me stoned at the jukebox, well, I've had all I could take 'Cause you know old habit like you girl they're just so a damn hard to break If I need an attitude adjustment, I pour my whiskey on ice And all you Outlaw Women you better be ready, 'cause I'm gonna go on tonight And you know I got me a shotgun, a rifle and four-wheel drive And I ain't got to worry about nothing 'cause a country boy can survive I can't help it that's the way I am, I was raised to walk the line I work hard 'til the daylight is gone, then go find a good time Tip back a couple cold ones, yeah son, what else can I say You can blame it on the Hank and the drinkin', 'cause they made me this way