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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
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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
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