Talking to Hank - George Jones, Mark Chesnutt

While I was hunting wild turkey and sippin' on Jim Beam

Well, I walked up on something like I’d never seen

So deep in the woods where I thought I was alone

Stood a structure where something or someone called home

I saw a shotgun and a guitar and a six-pack of beer

A sign on the front door said,"Guess, who lives here"

An old red bone hound that looked older than time

And an old man that’s sure he was only twenty-nine

And I swear he looked just like ole Hank

I wouldn’t bet a wooden nickel that he ain’t

I got goose bumps and dizzy and felt kinda faint

I think I’ve been talking to Hank

He said,"I've played that old guitar in a drifting country band

Played coast to coast and a few foreign lands"

He said,"Some crowds are big and some crowds are small

Somehow I hope, I let 'em know I loved them all"

I said, «You're mighty skinny», and he said,"Would you believe

That it only took one woman to do this to me?"

But you know you better get your hat, son, get on out of the way

When they start hating love and start lovin' to hate

I swear he looked just like ole Hank

I wouldn’t bet a wooden nickel that he ain’t

I got goose bumps and dizzy and felt kinda faint

I think I’ve been talking to Hank

Well, I swear he looked just like ole Hank

I wouldn’t bet a wooden nickel that he ain’t

I got goose bumps and dizzy and felt kinda faint

WelI, I think I’ve been talking to Hank

Oh Lord, I feel like we’ve been talking up ole Hank