Good Ole' Uncle Joe God rest his gypsy soul He was crazy, but wise beyond his years Drank a lot of good advice Out of cans of Miller Lite And he taught me some with every single beer He'd knock one back and then he'd say "You don't raise hell for heaven's sake You don't haul ass to hit the brakes You don't turn off the lights until the party's over You don't get high to feel the low You don't pack up and never go You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her And you don't drink 'em to stay sober" Front row to see the band Shot of whiskey in both hands Screaming every country cover song I jumped up on that stage While the band was playing Hank And all my rowdy friends sang along If Hank was here, I know he'd say "You don't raise hell for heaven's sake You don't haul ass to hit the brakes You don't turn off the lights until the party's over You don't get high to feel the low You don't pack up and never go You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her And you don't drink 'em to stay sober" Hillbilly Poetry... or Redneck Philosophy Call it what you want, but it works for me "You don't raise hell for heaven's sake You don't haul ass to hit the brakes You don't turn off the lights until the party's over You don't get high to feel the low You don't pack up and never go You don't skip out on last call You don't go South without the y'all You don't buy that girl a drink just to get to know her And you don't drink 'em to stay sober"