Mike Cullison Pour Hank On The Pain
It feels like years these last few days
Since my woman walked away
She caught me at my cheatin' game
Now all I can do is pour some Hank on the pain
No honky tonk angel can help my heart
There were too many pieces when I fell apart
I hope Luke the Drifter can explain
Mister won't you help me pour some Hank on the pain
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I dance with her memory every night
Wearing out the jukebox I'm so lonesome I could cry
It cuts so deep the guilt and shame
Make mine a double and pour some Hank on the pain
Those lonesome songs they sure ring true
When there's nothing in the world that a fool can do
I only have myself to blame
And all I can do is pour some Hank on the pain
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If she'd take me back I'd wear a ball and chain
But all I can do is pour ol' Hank on the pain
