Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Cowboy's Hat, artist - Ned LeDoux
Date 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 |