Hank It Songtext
von Justin Moore
Hank It Songtext
A lot of things a country boy learns in life
How to shoot a gun and how to use a knife
But when I pulled into Hershey, PA
I took my guitar up on the big stage
That night I did the best I could
Me and the boys played pretty darn good
Then I took myself out, sat in the crowd
And I learned how Bocephus shakes ′em down
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
There was a smokin' little blonde sittin' next to me
Said, "How′d you make it here from Tennessee?"
She must′ve been late and didn't catch my show
But when you play at seven, that′s the way it goes
So I tipped my hat and we sang along
To Where Have All My Rowdy Friends Gone?
I climbed up on the bus after the show
Had a shot of Jim Beam and we hit the road
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
It's like Bocephus
How to shoot a gun and how to use a knife
But when I pulled into Hershey, PA
I took my guitar up on the big stage
That night I did the best I could
Me and the boys played pretty darn good
Then I took myself out, sat in the crowd
And I learned how Bocephus shakes ′em down
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
There was a smokin' little blonde sittin' next to me
Said, "How′d you make it here from Tennessee?"
She must′ve been late and didn't catch my show
But when you play at seven, that′s the way it goes
So I tipped my hat and we sang along
To Where Have All My Rowdy Friends Gone?
I climbed up on the bus after the show
Had a shot of Jim Beam and we hit the road
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
You gotta Hank it
You can't sip whiskey, gotta drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
If you wanna keep your woman, gotta spank it
If you ain′t got a bunch, you gotta bank it
Live it just like he sings it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
You gotta Han-, Han-, Han-, Han-, Hank it
It's like Bocephus
Writer(s): Brian Maher, Jeremy Stover, Justin Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com