(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' rodeo 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.
Bulldog the Mississippi, and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you take this cowboys hat..."
"Now partner, 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.
Bulldog the Mississippi, and pin her ears down flat...
Long before you take this cowboys 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, 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 tornado 'cross the western skies,
Rope an ole blue northern, and milk it 'til it's dry.
Bulldog the Mississippi and pin her ears down flat,
Long before you touch this cowboy's hat...
