This Cowboy's Hat (feat. Chase Rice)

Well, there's always been groups of people That never could see eye-to-eye But I always thought if they ever had a chance to sit down and talk face to face They might realize they got a lost cause 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 old boy said "hey Tex, where do you park your horse?" My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn't be ignored One husky fellow 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 across a western sky Rope an old blue norther 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's 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 old hat band. 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 near 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 across a western sky Rope an old blue norther 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 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. 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. Well right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader's eyes. He turned back to the others And they all just kind of shuffled on outside But when my friend turned back towards me I noticed his old hat brim Well it was turned up in a big old Texas grin! You'll ride a black tornado across a western sky Rope an old blue norther and milk it 'till it's dry Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat Long before you take this cowboy's hat