Well, my old Uncle Joe, he's a proud Democrat   He's got FDR on his baseball cap   An' thinks the whole country's on a one-way track to hell   He says there's only one truck an' that's a Chevrolet   Everything else is money gone to waste   An' a lot more people oughtta learn to do for themselves   Well, I love how we can disagree   An' we can still be family.      Makes me think about Hank   How he played his songs   Made a long-haired pot-smokin' hippy wanna sing along   Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads   There's a million you can pick   But they're all gonna lead you back home   Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days   We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways   But we can all get along   Without everybody thinkin' the same.      We got a big hair preacher on channel nineteen   A Maharaji on sixty-three   An' the good Lord's upstairs, tryin' to get them both on the phone   We got country boy's sayin' that rap just sucks   An' rappers sayin'country's all outta touch   But there's plenty of room for both on my radio   'Cause music ain't right or wrong   So tonight, let's just rock on an' on.      Makes me think about Hank   How he played his songs   Made a long-haired pot-smokin' hippy wanna sing along   Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads   There's a million you can pick   But they're all gonna lead you back home   Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days   We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways   But we can all get along   Without everybody thinkin' the same.      (Aw, c'mon, yeah boy.)      Makes me think about life an' all it's different roads   There's a million you can pick   But they're all gonna lead you back home   Yeah, we're livin' in some crazy days   We're all crazy in our diff'rent ways   But we can all get along   Without everybody thinkin' the same   Yeah, the more things change   The more they stay the same   Makes me think about ol' Hank...