Chelsea Lankes - This Cowboy’s Hat lyrics

[Intro] Well, there’s always been groups of people that never could see eye-to-eye But I always thought if they ever had a chance to sit down and talk face to face, they might realize they got a lost cause [Verse 1] Well I was sitting in a coffee shop, just having a cup to pa** the time Swapping rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine When some motorcycle riders started snickering in the back And started poking fun at my friend’s hat One old boy said “hey Tex, where do you park your horse?” My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn’t be ignored 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: [Chorus] You’ll ride a black tornado, cross the western sky [?], and milk it ’till it’s dry Blow down to Mississippi, [?] Long before you take this cowboy’s hat [Verse 2] Now, part of this old hat, is it’s better left alone You see it used to be my daddy’s, but last year he pa**ed on My nephew’s [?] that makes up this old hat band And back in ’69 he died in Vietnam Now, the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine But somebody ran him down, somewhere near 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 [Chorus] You’ll ride a black tornado, cross the western sky [?], and milk it ’till it’s dry Blow down to Mississippi, [?] Long before you take this cowboy’s hat [Verse 3] Now if that old leather jacket means to you, what this hat means to me Well I guess we understand each other, and we’ll just let it be But if you still think it’s funny, and you’ve got my back up against the wall If you touch my hat, you’re gonna have to fight us all Right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader’s eyes And he turned back to the others and they all just kinda shuffled on outside But when my friend turned back toward me, I noticed his old hat brim It was turned out, in a big old Texas grin [Chorus] You’ll ride a black tornado, cross the western sky [?], and milk it ’till it’s dry Blow down to Mississippi, [?] Long before you take this cowboy’s hat