Letter To Hank

You were twenty-nine years old the day you slipped away

Sleeping in a Cadillac on the darkest New Years Day

The morphine angels came to you and took away your pain

A hundred-thousand cowboys left crying in the rain.

So thank you for the music and thank you for the song

And thank you for each golden prayer that’s just three minutes long

Thank you for the poetry that makes the bad times better

I put my feelings in this song, it’s my thank you letter.

I was just a young man when you knocked upon my door

You showed me tears and liquor you spilled upon the floor

You struck a chord within my heart the F to C to G

A thousand imitators and one that looks like me.

So thank you for the music and thank you for the song

And thank you for each golden prayer that’s just three minutes long

Thank you for the poetry that makes the bad times better

I put my feelings in this song, it’s my thank you letter.

Well Willie, Merle and Patsy Cline, George Jones and Emmylou

They couldn’t walk the roads they did if it weren’t for you

So Hank and Luke the Drifter, you’ve been gone too long

But I hear you every night up in your Tower of Song.

So thank you for the music and thank you for the song

And thank you for each golden prayer that’s just three minutes long

Thank you for the poetry that makes the bad times better

I put my feelings in this song, it’s my thank you letter.

Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012