Hank

Hank gets up in the morning Puts on his boots Takes a shot of whiskey Spits out his chew Shooting deer drinking beer is all he thinks about He's a family man Down right American Hank he don't like me He thinks I'm the enemy He likes his simple life He calls his own world Here I am Forming the noose Hank he don't like me He thinks I'm the enemy He likes the simple life He calls his own world His paradise Here I am tightening the noose Hank is born again A law abiding citizen Member of the Aryan race