Good Ole' Uncle Joe
God rest his gypsy soul
He was crazy, but wise beyond his years
Drank a lot of good advice
Out of cans of Miller Lite
And he taught me some with every single beer
He'd knock one back and then he'd say
"You don't raise hell for heaven's sake
You don't haul ass to hit the brakes
You don't turn off the lights until the party's over
You don't get high to feel the low
You don't pack up and never go
You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her
And you don't drink 'em to stay sober"
Front row to see the band
Shot of whiskey in both hands
Screaming every country cover song
I jumped up on that stage
While the band was playing Hank
And all my rowdy friends sang along
If Hank was here, I know he'd say
"You don't raise hell for heaven's sake
You don't haul ass to hit the brakes
You don't turn off the lights until the party's over
You don't get high to feel the low
You don't pack up and never go
You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her
And you don't drink 'em to stay sober"
Hillbilly Poetry... or Redneck Philosophy
Call it what you want, but it works for me
"You don't raise hell for heaven's sake
You don't haul ass to hit the brakes
You don't turn off the lights until the party's over
You don't get high to feel the low
You don't pack up and never go
You don't skip out on last call
You don't go South without the y'all
You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her
And you don't drink 'em to stay sober"