This Cowboy's Hat - Chuck
Pyle
(Spoken) Well there's always
been groups of people who couldn't see eye
to eye...an' I always thought
if they'd get the chance to sit down and
talk face to face they'd see
we all have a lot in common....
Well I was sittin' at a coffee
shop, just havin' a cup to pass the time.
Swappin' some stories with
this ole cowboy friend of mine.
When some motor-cycler riders
started snickerin' in the back.
Started pokin' fun at my friend
hat.
One ole boy said hey Tex,
where'd you park your horse.
Now 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 til it's dry.
Bull dawg the Mississippi,
and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you take this
cowboys hat...
Now pardner, this ole 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 ole hatband.
But back in '69 he died in
Viet-Nam.
Now the eagle feather was
given to me by an ole Indian friend of mine,
But someone ran him down,
somewheres 'round that Arizona line.
And a real special lady gave
me this hat pin.
And 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 til it's dry.
Bull dawg the Mississippi,
and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you take this
cowboys hat...
Now if you 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, well man, you've got my back up
against the wall.
But if you touch my hat, you'll
have to fight us all...
Well, right then I caught
a little sadness in the gang leaders eyes.
And he turned back t'wards
the others and they all just sorta shuffled
on outside.
But when my friend turned
back t'wards me, well I noticed his old hat
brim.
Well it was turned up...in
a big ole Texas Grin!
You'll ride a black ocross
the western skies,
Rope an ole blue northern,
and milk it 'til it's dry.
Bull dawg the Mississippi
and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you touch this
cowboy's hat...