This Cowboy's Hat (feat. Chase Rice)

Well, there 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 lot in common

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'd you park your horse?

My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn't be ignored

And 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 across the western sky

Rope an old Blue Norther and milk it till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi and pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat

Now part of 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 old hat band

And 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 across the western sky

Rope an old Blue Norther and milk it till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi and pin it's 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, then 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 kind of shuffled on outside

But when my friend turned back toward me, I noticed his old hat brim

It was turned up in a big old Texas grin

You'll ride a black tornado across the western sky

Rope an old Blue Norther and milk it till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi and pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat