Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Cowboy's Hat, artist - Ned LeDouxDate of issue: 02.11.2017
Song language: English
This Cowboy's Hat |
| Well I was sitting in a coffee shop, just having a cup to pass the time |
| Swapping rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine |
| When some motorcycle riders started snickering in the back |
| And started poking 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 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 ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry |
| Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat |
| Long before you take this cowboy’s hat |
| Now, partner, this old hat is better left alone |
| You see it 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 Vietnam |
| Now the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine |
| But somebody ran him down, somewhere around 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 the western sky |
| Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry |
| Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat |
| Long before you take this cowboy’s hat |
| Now if that old leather jacket means to you, what this hat means to me |
| Well 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 have to fight us all |
| Right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader’s eyes |
| And he turned back to the others and they all just kinda shuffled on outside |
| But when my friend turned back toward me, I noticed his old hat brim |
| It was turned out, in a big old Texas grin |
| You’ll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky |
| Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it’s dry |
| Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat |
| Long before you take this cowboy’s hat |