Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Dead Horse
Hank gets up in the morning
Puts on his boots
Takes a shot of whiskey
Spits out his chew
Shootin' deer drinkin' beer is all
He thinks about
He's a family man
Down right American
Hank he don't like me
He thinks I'm the enemy
He likes his simple life
He calls his own world
Here I am
Formin' the noose
Hank he don't like me
He thinks I'm the enemy
He likes the simple life
He calls his own world
His paradise
Here I am tightening the noose
Hank is born again
A law abiding citizen
Member of the Aryan race