A lot of things a country boy learns in life
How to shoot a gun, how to use a knife
Now pull into Hershey P.A.
Took my guitar up on the big stage
That night I did the best I could
Me and the boys played pretty dog good
I took myself out, sat in the crowd
And learned how most people shake some down, y'all
You got to hang it
Can't sit and push, you got to take it
Push it up to ten and crank it
You want to keep your woman, got to spank it
Ain't got to force, you got to make it
Yeah
You got to have it just like he sings it
You got to hang it
There was a smoking little cop sitting next to me
He said, how'd you make it here from Tennessee?
He said, must have been late and didn't catch my show
But when you play at seven, that's the way it goes
So I tip my hat, we sang along
To where have all my rowdy friends gone?
I climbed up on my bus after my show
I had a shot of Jim Beam and I hit the road
You got to hang it
Can't sit and push, you got to take it
Push it up to ten and crank it
You want to keep your woman, got to spank it
Ain't got to force, you got to make it
Live it just like he sings it
You got to hang it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hello Nashville, Tennessee
You got to hang it
You can't sip whiskey, got to drink it
Push it up to ten and crank it
You want to keep your woman, got to spank it
Ain't got to force, you got to make it
Live it just like he sings it
You got to hang it
Yeah, you got to hang it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ah
Yeah
We'll be right back.