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