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 flathead cat

Somewhere knee-deep in the red clay mud, tell me what y'all know 'bout that

I can't help it, that's the way I am, I was raised to walk the line

I work hard till the daylight's 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 got 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 till we're howling at the moon

And it's a family tradition to raise your glass and mention all the ones that left too soon

I can't help it, that's the way I am, I was raised to walk the line

I work hard till the daylight's 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 that I could take

'Cause you know old habits like you, girl, they're just so 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 a four-wheel drive

And I ain't got to worry 'bout 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 till the daylight's 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