Hank Western - Lyrics - Gary Stewart

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 *** 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 *** 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