We swing hammers, we climb ladders
We’re from where the good book and good time
And good long hard rain’s all that matters
Yeah, we’re small town, We’re big city up town
It’s all red white and blue from Fifth Avenue out to the Rural routes
We take our hats off when we face the Flag
We twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the hell raisin’ kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking hard working, God fearing, beer drinking
Hank Crankin’ People
We shoot shot guns, say hell yeah if you got one
We’re all about down home and home grown
And back bone ain’t something that’s long gone
Aw naw,
We take our hats off when we face the Flag
We twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the hell raisin’ kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking hard working, God fearing, beer drinking
Hank Crankin’ People
(Instrumental)
We take our hats off when we face the Flag
We twist a cap off when we hear the Hag
I’m right here with the hell raisin’ kind
Cut from the same cloth as mine
I’m talking hard working, God fearing, beer drinking
Hank Crankin’ People
Yeah, Hank Crankin’ People
Yeah, Hank Crankin’ People
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