This Cowboy's Hat

(Spoken) Well there's always been groups of people that could never see eye to eye

An' I always thought if they'd get the chance to sit down

And talk face to face they might realize they got a lot in common

Well I was sittin' in a coffee shop just havin' a cup to pass the time

Swappin' rodeo stories with this ole cowboy friend of mine

When some motor-cycle riders started snickerin' in the back

Started pokin' fun at my friend's hat

One ole boy said hey Tex where'd you park your horse

My friend just pulled his hat down low but they couldn't be ingnored

One husky fellow said I think I'll rip that hat right off your head

That's when my friend turned around and this is what he said

You'll ride a black tornado cross't the western sky

Rope an ole blue norther and milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat

Now partner this ole hat is better left alone

She used to be my daddy's but last year he passed on

My nephew skinned the Rattler that makes up this ole hatband

But back in 69 he died in Viet_Nam

Now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine

But someone ran him down somewheres round that Arizona line

And a real special lady gave me this hat pin

But I don't know if I'll ever see her again

You'll ride a black tornado cross't the western sky

Rope an ole blue norther and Milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat

Now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me

Then I guess we understand each other and we'll just let it be

But if you still think it's funny man you got my back up against the wall

And if you touch my hat your gonna have to fight us all

Well right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leaders eyes

And he turned back t'wards the others and they all just sorta shuffled on outside

But when my friend turned back t'wards me I noticed his old hat brim

Well it was turned up in a big ole texas grin

You'll ride a black tornado cross't the western sky

Rope an ole blue norther and Milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat