This Cowboy's Hat Lyrics - Icon - Chris Ledoux

Well, there's always been groups of people 

That never could see eye to eye 

And 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 sittin' in a coffee shop, just havin' a cup to pass the time 

Swappin' Rodeo stories, with this ol' cowboy friend of mine 

When some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back 

They started pokin' fun at my friends hat 

One ol' 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 ol' blue northern, and milk it till it's dry 

Bulldog the Mississippi and pin its ears down flat 

Long before you take this cowboy's hat" 

"Now partner, this ol' hat's 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 ol' 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 someone 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 ol' 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 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 its 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 

He turned back to the others and they all just kinda shuffled on outside 

But when my friend turned back towards me, I noticed his ol' hat brim 

Well, it was turned up, in a big ol' Texas grin 

You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky 

Rope an ol' 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