Hank

Outlaw country started with that name
Outlaw music ended with his fame

He was free as the breezes can flow
Free as the birds never know
He could live for eternity, live for posterity
But he chose death on the road
And the legend was told

Everything he did was truth itself
Not some dusty book on preacher’s shelf

Many moons and girls have passed me by
Broken days and solitary nights

In all the hard times, all my misery
Hank did never turn his back on me