Ned LeDoux - This Cowboy's Hat lyrics

Well, there’s always been groups of people that never could see eye to eye…. and I always thought if they ever had a chance to sit down and talk face to face they might realize they got a lot in common 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 ole boy said, “Hey Tex, where’d you park your horse?” My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn’t be ignored One husky fella 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 the western sky Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat Long before you take this cowboy’s hat Now, partner, this old hat is better left alone You see it used to be my daddy’s, but last year he pa**ed on My nephew skinned the Rattler that makes up this ole hatband But 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 around 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 the western sky Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat Long before you take this cowboy’s hat 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, man, you got my back up against the wall And 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 You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western sky Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat Long before you take this cowboy’s hat