This Cowboy's Hat

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 fell 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 northern 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 pardner, 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 northern and Milk it till it’s dry
Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it’s ears down flat…
Log 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 skies
Rope an ole blue northern, milk it till it’s dry
Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it’s ears down flat
Long before you take this cowboy’s hat.