Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams Jr. - The Conversation lyrics
Hank Williams Jr. [Randall Hank Williams] Shreveport, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams Jr. - The Conversation lyrics]
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 about the
Driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habit's
Just the music and the man that's all
Now Hank, if you just got to tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
Did he? That don't deserve no answer, hossL
Et'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
Well 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 by our side
If we left for a show in Provo
He'd be the first one on the
Bus and ready to ride
"I just wanna go hoss!"
Wherever he is I hope he's happy
And I hope he's doin' well, yes I do
He is
'cause he's got one arm around my mama now
How he sure did love Miss
Audrey and raisin' hell
I won't ask you no more questions
To the stories only Hank could tell
Well 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 him the greatest pain
I loved to tell you about lovesick
And how Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
To the stories about that
Driftin' cowboy band, yes man
You know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaws in the land
Tell me how your mama loved that man
Well just break out a bottle, Hoss
I'll tell you about the
Driftin' cowboy band
We won't talk about the habit's
Just the music and the man that's all
Now Hank, if you just got to tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs
Did he? That don't deserve no answer, hossL
Et'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
Well 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 by our side
If we left for a show in Provo
He'd be the first one on the
Bus and ready to ride
"I just wanna go hoss!"
Wherever he is I hope he's happy
And I hope he's doin' well, yes I do
He is
'cause he's got one arm around my mama now
How he sure did love Miss
Audrey and raisin' hell
I won't ask you no more questions
To the stories only Hank could tell
Well 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 him the greatest pain
I loved to tell you about lovesick
And how Miss Audrey loved that man
You know I've always loved to listen
To the stories about that
Driftin' cowboy band, yes man
You know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaws in the land