Dad and Hank

Like that rattled old clock hanging over the piano
My heart skips a beat when I think of you not here
The sum of what was once you sits inside an oak urn
But I know somewhere you’re listening to my music
Music connects me with you since you’ve been gone
I do what I do because you shared Hank’s old vinyls
Tell me you found him and the PBR is pouring cold
If you run into Miss Cline tell her for me she’s hot
Keep a watchful eye over me as I tame these guitars
For you’re my muse now dad and I thank you for that