A Whole Lot of Hank

I'm an outlaw from the south
Got country in my mouth
I'm looking for good lovin' all the time
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam
In a lot of my songs
And there's a little bit of Cherokee
Indian in my eyes
There's a whole lot Hank underneath
This hat of mine

Andrew Jackson, he was my kind of hero
Though he lived and died a hundred years ago
Frank and Jesse James
They know'd how to rob them trains
But they always took it from the rich
And gave it to the poor
They mighta had a bad name but they
Both had a heart of gold

But the greatest one of all
Is called Luke the Drifter
He wore diamond rings and
His tailormade cowboy suit's
Lordy, he was a honky tonk ramblin' man
He had this whole world in
The palm of his hand
'Til he died at twenty nine
From the lovesick blues
Like young Billy the Kid and ol' Jesse
He had nothing to lose

I'm an outlaw from the south
Got country in my mouth
I'm looking for good lovin' all the time
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim
Beam in a lot of my songs
And there's a little bit of
Cherokee Indian in my eyes
There's a whole lot Hank underneath
This hat of mine

I'm an outlaw from the south
Got country in my mouth
I'm looking for good lovin' all the time
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim
Beam in a lot of my songs
And there's a little bit of
Cherokee Indian in my eyes
There's a whole lot Hank underneath
This hat of mine