Hank, Cash, and Willie
Sun's going down
Drinks are filling up
Been a hell of a week I'm bout to turn it up
Crowds coming in
Bands starting up
Drinks are kicking in I'm bout to turn it up
Bartender asks what brings ya in
I shot em' a wink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Whole teams here
Shots are lining up
Been way too long I'm bout to turn it up
My song comes on
My arm goes up
Been waiting all night I'm bout to turn it up
What’s that ya say do I come here often
I raised my drink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Nights winding down
Last call is up
No way I’m going home, I’m bout to turn it up
One more song
The band calls out
What’ll it be? We’re bout to turn it up
It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
Ohhh how country are ya
It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie
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