I pulled into Nashville Writin' songs for the radio But chasin' a sound didn't work I had to stick to what I know And then I asked myself "What would Hank do?" He'd say "In with the old and out with the new" He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey Put pedal steel on everything Write a song with three chords and the truth Make you believe it when he sings Like he's talkin' straight to you That's what Hank would do He'd spend a lot less time talkin' A whole lot more waiting in line Cut a stone-cold county record that'll live forever That'll stand the test of time And he'd tell ya a story or two About the "Stones That You Throw" And "Lovesick Blues" He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey Put pedal steel on everything Write a song with three chords and the truth Make you believe it when he sings Like he's talkin' straight to you Oh that's what Hank would do He'd shoot you straight like his whiskey Put pedal steel on everything Write a song with three chords and the truth Make you believe it when he sings Like he's talkin' straight to you That's what Hank would do That's what he would do That's what Hank would do