Talking.....
I was sittin in a coffe shop,
Having a cup to pass the time,
Swappin rodeo stories,
With this ol‘ cowboy friend of mine
Some motorcycle riders startin snickerin int he back.
Started pokin fun at my friends hat.
One ol‘ boy said hey tex, where‘d ya park yer horse?
My friend just pulled his hat down low,
But they couldnt be ignored.
One husky fella said
i think ill rip that hat right off yer head
Thats when my friend turned around,
And this is what he said.
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You‘ll ride a black tornado,
Across the western sky,
Rope an ol‘ blue northern,
And milk it till its dry,
Bulldog the mississippi,
And pin it‘s ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboys hat!
Now partner, this ol‘ hats better left alone,
See it used to be my daddys,
But last year he passed on,
My nefew skinned the rattler that makes up this hat band,
But back in 69‘ he died in vietnam.
This eagle feather was given to me by an old indian friend of mine,
Someone ran him down somewhere alone that arizona line,
And a real special lady gave me this hat pin,
But i dont know if ill ever see her again...
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Now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me,
Then we understand eachother,
And we‘ll just let it be.
But if you still think its funny,
Man you got my back up against the wall,
And if you touch my hat,
Your gonna have to fight us all!
Right then i caught a little sadness in that gang leaders eyes,
He turned back to the others,
And they all just kinda shuffled on outside,
But when my friend turned back towards me,
I noticed his ol‘ hat brim,
Well it was turned up,
In a big ol texas grin!!!!
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