Lord, it's the same ol tune, fiddle and guitar,
where do we take it from here?
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars,
it's been the same way for years.
We need a change.
Somebody told me when I came to Nashville,
son, you've finally got it made.
Ol Hank made it here, and we're all sure that you will,
but I don't think Hank done it this way.
Naw, I don't think Hank done this way.
Ten years on the road, makin' one night stands,
speeding my young life away.
Tell me one more time just so's I'll understand,
are you sure Hank done it this way?
Did ol Hank really do it this way?
Lord, I've see the world with a five-piece band,
looking at the backside of me,
singing my songs, one of his now and then,
but I don't think Hank done 'em this way.
No, I don't think Hank done 'em this way.