A Whole Lot Of Hank

I'm an outlaw from the south
 Got country in my mouth
 I'm lookin' 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 hundered years ago
 Frank and Jessie 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 tailor made cowboy suits
 Lawdy he was a honky tonk ramblin' man
 He had this whole world in the palm of his hand
 Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues
 Like young Billy the Kid and ole Jessie
 He had nothin' to lose
 I'm an outlaw from the south
 I got country in my mouth
 And I'm lookin' for good lovin' all the time
 And there's rebel in these bones
 There's Jim Beam in a lot of these songs
 There's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in these eyes
 And there's a whole lot of ole Hank
 In this hat of mine
 I'm and outlaw from the south
 I got country in my mouth
 And I'm lookin' 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
 And there's a whole lot of Hank in all these songs of mine