A lot of things a country boy learns in lifeHow to shoot a gun, how to use a knifeNow pull into Hershey P.A.Took my guitar up on the big stageThat night I did the best I couldMe and the boys played pretty dog goodI took myself out, sat in the crowdAnd learned how most people shake some down, y'allYou got to hang itCan't sit and push, you got to take itPush it up to ten and crank itYou want to keep your woman, got to spank itAin't got to force, you got to make itYeahYou got to have it just like he sings itYou got to hang itThere was a smoking little cop sitting next to meHe said, how'd you make it here from Tennessee?He said, must have been late and didn't catch my showBut when you play at seven, that's the way it goesSo I tip my hat, we sang alongTo where have all my rowdy friends gone?I climbed up on my bus after my showI had a shot of Jim Beam and I hit the roadYou got to hang itCan't sit and push, you got to take itPush it up to ten and crank itYou want to keep your woman, got to spank itAin't got to force, you got to make itLive it just like he sings itYou got to hang itYeah, yeah, yeahHello Nashville, TennesseeYou got to hang itYou can't sip whiskey, got to drink itPush it up to ten and crank itYou want to keep your woman, got to spank itAin't got to force, you got to make itLive it just like he sings itYou got to hang itYeah, you got to hang itYeahYeahYeahAhYeahWe'll be right back.