Passing thoughts rambles
I'll tell you of a time
I had me a country band down on the Georgia line
I'll tell you of the woman always hanging around
Waiting for my last song
And the night I'd promise she'd have

Let's drink to old Hank western
And all the honky tonks
Here's to the best Georgia peach
I ever laid my best line on
And I'll kiss the neck of the bottle
For every angel I'd held
Who felt that she was the reason
I sang all my songs

I had a good thing going
I had a weakness too
And a good looking woman and any kind of booze
And then one night in a bar down in Lincoln
With a little too much behind my belt
I met the wrong woman to sing my next song
Was sung in the big Georgia jail

Let's drink to old Hank western