Hank (Live From The Coal Mines)

[Verse 1]

I grew up on the back of a Piedmont pine stand

Strumming on guitar strings

'Til one day I figured that I might ought to figure out

How to play and sing

Well, I strummed three-chord songs all night long

On the back of a farm pond bank

I was raised on the good words of Waylon

And brought up on Hank

[Verse 2]

Them old songs about trotting lines and coal mines

And chewing on the hickory twig

In this world that I despise, I'm just trying to live life

The same way that my granddad did

My songs might be missing two ol' boys kissing

But they ain't gonna miss that soul

Of a young man living in a world that's forgetting

All the things that the good Lord told

[Verse 3]

But on the dark side of the mountain

There's a little place I go and hide

Where you run two hours down a two-lane road

You drop her down in four-wheel drive

When I'm deep down in that valley

This old world, it spins so slow

Like I can almost hear a voice

Saying, "Son, the Lord's about to call some folks on home"

[Verse 4]

Well, we're all just some big bags of bones that are glued to our phones

And shit that's wrecking our health

In this age of false idols, there's pages of Bibles

Collecting dust on a shelf

When you get that time machine going, brother, please sign me up

'Cause I want off this ride that I'm on

Where we all get dumber by the minute and weaker by the day

With many more days left to come