A Whole Lot Of Hank

I'm an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth

I'm looking for good loving all the time

I got outlaw in my bones and jim beam in a lot of my songs

And there's a little bit of cherokee indian in my eyes

There's a whole lot hank underneath this hat of mine

Andrew jackson he was my kind of hero

Though he lived and died a hundered years ago

Frank and jessie james they know'd how to rob them trains

But they always took it from the rich and gave it to the poor

They mighta' had a bad name but they both had a heart of gold

But the greatest one of all is called luke the drifter

He wore diamond rings and his tailor made cowboy suits

Lawdy he was a honkytonk rambling man

He had this whole world in the palm of his hand

Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues

Like young billy the kid and ole jessie he had nothing to lose