Hank

He took a ride with Coe
Jackson heard his voice blowing in the wind
Both happened on the dark roadways of Montgomery
But I don’t believe this is the only place you can see him
For Hank
Is more a feeling of defying the wrongness of the world that surrounds us
As much as when it surrounded him 
Yeah, you’re more likely to see him
On the mud soaked streets of Montgomery
Leaned up against
The crumbling brick buildings of that city
Waiting for the fog to fall from the night
But really he’s everywher...