Lyrics:

Hey, Saint Peter
Give me Cloud #9
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh, please Lord, someday I'll be a-talkin' to you
I wanna speak man-to-man with the man who used to morn the blues

I never had the chance to get to know the man
The whold world knew as Hank
But, I got to know some pretty famous rowdy friends
And, they told me he was the King
I remember him singing 'bout a Lost Highway
I've been down that same road, too
My mama had me spendin' my younger days
Tryin' to fill my daddy's shoes

Now that I'm grown, I'm a man of my own
I think I know why 'Lovesick' sang the way he used to do
I surely do
I bet a hundred dollars son, a woman was the one
Who made my daddy sing the way, he sang the blues

Solo

You know, I can't help but wonder if he was still with us
Just what he would think
About his little son, he calls 'Bosephus'
Now, is 'Rockin' Randall Hank'
I've been many, many a mile
Since I quit walkin' in his shoes
These days I got my own style
And, my people love the blues

Livin' on the road, doing one-night shoes
I know about the hard life,
Mama and daddy used to go through
Yeah, I surely do
In the sweet by and by, I'm gonna look him in the eye
And, I'm gonna shake the hand of the man who used to morn the blues

Hey, Saint Peter
Give me Cloud #9
And tell Hank Sr, that Jr's on the line
Oh, please Lord, tell him I got some real good news
I wanna speak man-to-man with the man who used to morn the blues

I've been livin' on the road
Seen alot of things
Broke alot of hearts and some guitar strings
I know what poor old pappy was a-goin' through

We'll meet person to person, man to man
From south Alabama, to the promised land
I wanna speak man to man
With the man who used to morn the blues

I mean, person to person, and man to man
We come from south Alabama, to the promised land
I wanna speak man to man, with the man who used to morn the blues