Drank Like Hank

(Album: Port Saint Joe - 2018)

Woke up dead, head pounding like a kick-drum
Red-eyed, cotton mouth, smoke-filled black lung
Cigarette burning holes in a fold-out
Must've had one hell of a time, no doubt

And I'm hazing out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

I remember feeding twenties in a honky-tonk jukebox
Stepped up and ate shit in a pot-hole parking lot
I gave a damn good cussing to a big doorman
Might have dotted my eye, but I'd do it again

And I'm hazing out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

And I'm hazing out of line
Found a buzz and a hundred-proof chug and I lost my mind
Ain't got a drop left in the tank
Not a nickel left in the bank
Yeah, we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank

Yeah we sang like Mickey Gilley
Smoked ourselves silly
When we partied like The Possum and we drank like Hank