When I get off of work on Friday...
after working like a dog all week...
I go to meet the boys for a cold one...
at a little joint up the street...
They got a jukebox in the corner...
full of old country tunes...
Feed it five dollars worth of quarters...
is the first thing I always do...
'Cause I need a little twang...
A little hillbilly...
bending on some guitar strings...
Some pedal steel whining like a whistle of an old freight train...
To get that foot stompin' honky-tonkin' feelin' flowin' through my veins...
I need a little... twang... twang... twa...a...ang
Well I like a lotta kinds of music...
I try to keep an open mind...
Depending on the mood to strike me...
If I'm gonna stay 'til closin' time...
So when I wanna lift my spirits...
they get me feelin' worth a dang...
I know I'm gonna have to hear it...
'cause I gotta have some Hank to hang...
'Cause I need a little twang...
A little hillbilly...
bending on some guitar strings...
Some pedal steel whining like a whistle of an old freight train...
To get that foot stompin' honky-tonkin' feelin' flowin' through my veins...
I need a little... twang
I need a little twang...
A little hillbilly...
bending on some guitar strings...
Some pedal steel whining like a whistle of an old freight train...
To get that foot stompin' honky-tonkin' feelin' flowin' through my veins...
I need a little... twang... twang... twa...a...ang
I need a little... twang... twang... twa...a...a.......ng
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