"Drank Like Hank" lyrics

"Drank Like Hank"

Woke up dead, head poundin' like a kick-drum
Red-eyed, cotton mouth, smoke-filled black lung
Cigarette burnin' holes in a fold-out
Must've had one hell of a time, no doubt

And I'm hazin' out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

I remember feedin' twenties in a honky-tonk jukebox
Stepped up and ate shit in a pot-hole parkin' lot
I gave a damn good cussin' to a big doorman
Might have dotted my eye, but I'd do it again

And I'm hazin' out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

And I'm hazin' out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

Yeah we sang like Mickey Gilley
Smoked ourselves silly
When we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank


Thanks to Janet Coats for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Thomas Osborne, John Osborne, Kendell Marvel
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