This Cowboy's Hat lyrics - Chase Rice (feat. Ned LeDoux)

(originally by Chris LeDoux)

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, cross the western sky

Rope an old Blue Northern, and milk it 'till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat

Now, part of this old hat, is it's better left alone

You see it used to be my daddy's, but last year he passed on

My nephew's skinned the rattler that makes up this ol' hatband

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 around 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 old Blue Northern, and milk it 'till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's 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, and you've got my back up against the wall

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 kinda shuffled on outside

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

It was turned out, in a big old Texas grin

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

Rope an old Blue Northern, and milk it 'till it's dry

Bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat