Why not put it out here, in print?
This Cowboy's Hat, by Chris LeDoux
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 sittin' in a coffee shop,
Just havin' a cup to pass the time
Swappin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine.
When some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back,
Started pokin' fun at my friend's hat.
One ol' 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 ol' blue norther and milk it till it's dry.
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboys hat.
"Now partner this old hat is better left alone.
See it used to be my daddy's,
But, last year he passed on.
My nephew skinned the rattler that makes up this ol' hatband
But, back in sixty-nine he died in Vietnam.
Now the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine.
But, someone ran him down somewhere around that Arizona line.
And a real special lady gave me this hatpin,
And I don't know if I'll ever see her again.
"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
Rope an ol' blue norther and milk it till it's dry,
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboys 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 you're gonna hav'ta fight us all"
Well right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader's eyes.
He turned back to the others and they all just kind'a 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.
"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
Rope an ol' blue norther and milk it 'till it's dry.
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboys hat"