Track 1 of the album Hank's Garage, Again · 2026
Tuning Up in Hank's Garage Again
“Twenty years since we shared a stage and Hank's garage still smells like oil and age. I plugged in the Telecaster and it remembered everything.”
slow rock · heartland rock · homecoming song · 4:09
Lyrics
Twenty years since we shared a stage Hank's garage still smells like oil and age Drummer's gone grey, the bass player's slow But he plugs in the amp and the red lights glow Nobody mentions the fight we had Nobody mentions the things we said bad Somebody counts it in, one, two, three And the old song finds us like it never left We're tuning up again, tuning up again Rust on the strings but the heart's still the same Play it loud, play it wrong, play it like we meant it then We're tuning up in Hank's garage again Cracked cymbal ringing in the evening light Hank's wife brings coffee and says, play all night The neighbours are listening over the fence Some of them clapping, and it all makes sense We're tuning up again, tuning up again Rust on the strings but the heart's still the same Play it loud, play it wrong, play it like we meant it then We're tuning up in Hank's garage again Time takes a lot, but it leaves us a key A chord we all know, a place we can be Leave the porch light burning, the door open wide Somebody's coming home, with a guitar at his side We're tuning up again, tuning up again Rust on the strings but the heart's still the same Play it loud, play it wrong, play it like we meant it then We're tuning up in Hank's garage again One, two, three, four Tuning up in Hank's garage again