Chris Ledoux - This Cowboy's Hat Lyrics
(spoken) well theres always been groups of people who couldnt see eyeTo eye...an I always thought if theyd get the chance to sit down andTalk face to face theyd see we all have a lot in common....Well I was sittin at a coffee shop, just havin a cup to pass the time.Swappin some stories with this ole cowboy friend of mine.When some motor-cycler riders started snickerin in the back.Started pokin fun at my friend hat.One ole boy said hey tex, whered you park your horse.Now my friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldnt beIgnored.One husky fella said, I think Ill rip that hat right off your head.Thats when my friend turned around, and this is what he said...Youll ride a black tornado, cross the western sky.Rope an ole blue northern, and milk it til its dry.Bull dawg the mississippi, and pin her ears down flat...Long before you take this cowboys hat...Now pardner, this ole hat is better left alone,See it used to be my daddys, 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 ole indian friend of mine,But someone ran him down, somewheres round that arizona line.And a real special lady gave me this hat pin.And I dont know if Ill ever see her again.Youll ride a black tornado, cross the western sky.Rope an ole blue northern, and milk it til its dry.Bull dawg the mississippi, and pin her ears down flat...Long before you take this cowboys hat...Now if you leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me.Then I guess we understand each other, and well just let it be.But if you still think its funny, well man, youve got my back upAgainst the wall.But if you touch my hat, youll have to fight us all...Well, right then I caught a little sadness in the gang leaders eyes.And he turned back twards the others and they all just sorta shuffledOn outside.But when my friend turned back twards me, well I noticed his old hatBrim.Well it was turned up...in a big ole texas grin!Youll ride a black ocross the western skies,Rope an ole blue northern, and milk it til its dry.Bull dawg the mississippi and pin her ears down flat...Long before you touch this cowboys hat...
