| Well I was sittin’in a coffee shop, just havin’a cup to pass the time.
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| Swappin’rodeo stories with this ole cowboy friend of mine.
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| When some motor-cycle riders started snickerin’in the back
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| started pokin’fun at my friend’s hat.
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| One ole boy said hey Tex, where’d you park your horse.
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| My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn’t be ingnored.
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| One husky fell said, I think I’ll rip that hat right off your head.
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| That’s when my friend turned around, and this is what he said…
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| You’ll ride a black tornado, cross’t the western sky
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| Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry
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| Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it’s ears down flat…
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| Long before you take this cowboy’s hat…
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| Now pardner, this ole hat is better left alone,
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| She used to be my daddy’s, but last year he passed on.
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| My nephew skinned the Rattler that makes up this ole hatband,
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| But back in 69 he died in Viet_Nam
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| Now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine
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| But someone ran him down somewheres round that Arizona line
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| And a real special lady gave me this hat pin
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| But I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again.
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| You’ll ride a black tornado, cross’t the western sky
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| Rope an ole blue northern and Milk it till it’s dry
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| Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it’s ears down flat…
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| Log before you take this cowboy’s hat
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| 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.
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| But if you still think it’s funny, man, you got my back up against the wall.
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| And if you touch my hat, your gonna have to fight us all…
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| Well, right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leaders eyes,
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| And he turned back t’wards the others and they all just sorta shuffled on outside
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| But when my friend turned back t’wards me, I noticed his old hat brim
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| Well it was turned up. |
| in a big ole texas grin
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| You’ll ride a black tornado cross’t the western skies
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| Rope an ole blue northern, milk it till it’s dry
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| Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it’s ears down flat
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| Long before you take this cowboy’s hat. |