Gather round the fire, y’all, I’ve got a tale to tell
A tale of common bravery, and of inner strength as well
I’m here to spin the yarn of a gunslinger named Hank
Who moseyed down to Florida and tamed a hurricane
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On the final day of August, Hank and his gang did ride
Right out into the glaring sun of the Doak Campbell abide
They faced down Chief Osceola and his flaming spear
When he charged at them on Renegade, not one of ‘em showed fear
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The blazing sun bore down on them as they struggled with their foe
But the secret of hydration was something they did already know
As the Florida boys dropped one by one, Hank and his side stood strong
He was a tall drink of water, ready to play as hard as the day was long
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In desperation the Seminoles flung at him their strongest men
He took some hits and weathered them, then took some hits again
Throughout this mighty battering, Hurricane Hank kept standing tall
He knew his boys could handle worse, and his side was not to fall
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After what felt like hours, the battlefield was cleared
Hurricane Hank’s gang of Bronco Boys was now to be feared
They traveled back to Boise as victors in the end
With little time to lick their wounds as a Herd was coming in
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The Marshall Herd was no tame beast, they traveled far to fight
Hearing tales of Hank’s success stirred their their boys up a mite
Hurricane Hank did what he could, but this Herd was here to rumble
Hank’s defense took up the call, and had his back through fumbles
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Their best attempt had come up short, and Marshall was defeated
Boise’s defense had held the line even when Hurricane Hank had been decleated
The Thundering Herd reduced to merely whimpers by boys dressed all in blue
Throughout the mighty pounding fight, Hank’s legend just grew and grew
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With Marshall duly defeated, Boise braced for Hank’s next test
A horde of marauding Vikings came into town to take a shot, their best
But it was all for naught as in the end Hurricane Hank remained unbeaten
As the Vikings retreated from the foray, Boise continued with their season
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An undefeated foe flew in to take their shot at Hank
The Flyboys out of Colorado thought some Broncos they could spank
A triple option offense that was the stuff of dark nightmares
The Air Force Falcons did not catch Hank’s boys all unawares
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A might struggle to a draw when the halftime bell was rung
It looked bleak for Hurricane Hank, but no fat ladies had yet sung
When the second half got under way, the Boise gang imposed their will
Taking a lead into the 4th, and at the end they held it still
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Hurricane Hank and his stalwart gang had finally earned a rest
After a week of recovery, they would be off to their next test
Facing off with Dirty Sanchez and his uncouth Rebel horde
Down in sinful Vegas town, a place long shunned by the LORD