Hank, let's talk about your daddy   Tell me how your mama loved that man   Well, just break out a bottle, hoss   I'll tell you bout the driftin' cowboy band      We won't talk about the habits   Just the music and the man, that's all      Now Hank, you just got to 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 mama   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   Are still ridin' 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 Watasha   Be right here by our side      If we left for a show in Provo   He'd be the first one on the bus and ready to ride, [Incomprehensible]      Wherever he is I hope he's happy   You know I hope he's doin' well, yes I do   He is 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now   And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell      I won't ask you no more questions   To the stories only Hank could tell   [Incomprehensible]      Back then they called him crazy   Nowadays they call him a saint   Most folks don't know that they fired him from the Opry   And that caused his greatest pain      I loved to tell you about lovesick   How Miss Audrey loved that man   You know I've always loved to listen   To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band and the man      You know when we get right down to it   Still the most wanted outlaw in the land, yeah, woh