Hank Williams Jr. › Lyrics › The Conversation

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
Now Hank, if you just got to tell me
Did your daddy really write all them songs

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

Well, back then, they called him crazy
Nowadays they call him a saint
Now the ones that called him Lord crazy
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 walk tall
Sir 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
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
How he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell
Guess, I've asked you too many 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 the driftin' cowboy band

You know when we get right down to it
Still the most wanted outlaws in the land