Letra de Hank

Well, my old Uncle Joe, he´s a proud Democrat
He´s got FDR on his baseball cap
An´ thinks the whole country´s on a one-way track to hell
He says there´s only one truck an´ that´s a Chevrolet
Everything else is money gone to waste
An´ a lot more people oughtta learn to do for themselves
Well, I love how we can disagree
An´ we can still be family.

Makes me think about Hank
How he played his songs
Made a long-haired pot-smokin´ hippy wanna sing along
Makes me think about life an´ all it´s different roads
There´s a million you can pick
But they´re all gonna lead you back home
Yeah, we´re livin´ in some crazy days
We´re all crazy in our diff´rent ways
But we can all get along
Without everybody thinkin´ the same.

We got a big hair preacher on channel nineteen
A Maharaji on sixty-three
An´ the good Lord´s upstairs, tryin´ to get them both on the phone
We got country boy´s sayin´ that rap just sucks
An´ rappers sayin´country´s all outta touch
But there´s plenty of room for both on my radio
´Cause music ain´t right or wrong
So tonight, let´s just rock on an´ on.

Makes me think about Hank
How he played his songs
Made a long-haired pot-smokin´ hippy wanna sing along
Makes me think about life an´ all it´s different roads
There´s a million you can pick
But they´re all gonna lead you back home
Yeah, we´re livin´ in some crazy days
We´re all crazy in our diff´rent ways
But we can all get along
Without everybody thinkin´ the same.

(Aw, c´mon, yeah boy.)

Makes me think about life an´ all it´s different roads
There´s a million you can pick
But they´re all gonna lead you back home
Yeah, we´re livin´ in some crazy days
We´re all crazy in our diff´rent ways
But we can all get along
Without everybody thinkin´ the same
Yeah, the more things change
The more they stay the same
Makes me think about ol´ Hank...