I pulled into Nashville
Writin' songs for the radio
But chasin' a sound didn't work
I had to stick to what I know
And then I asked myself
"What would Hank do?"
He'd say
"In with the old and out with the new"
He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey
Put pedal steel on everything
Write a song with three chords and the truth
Make you believe it when he sings
Like he's talkin' straight to you
That's what Hank would do
He'd spend a lot less time talkin'
A whole lot more waiting in line
Cut a stone-cold county record that'll live forever
That'll stand the test of time
And he'd tell ya a story or two
About the "Stones That You Throw"
And "Lovesick Blues"
He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey
Put pedal steel on everything
Write a song with three chords and the truth
Make you believe it when he sings
Like he's talkin' straight to you
Oh that's what Hank would do
He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey
Put pedal steel on everything
Write a song with three chords and the truth
Make you believe it when he sings
Like he's talkin' straight to you
That's what Hank would do
That's what he would do
That's what Hank would do
