Lyrics:

(Spoken) Well there's always been groups of people that could never see eye to eye... an' I always thought if they'd get the 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 ole cowboy friend of mine.

When some motor-cycle riders started snickerin' in the back

started pokin' fun at my friend's hat.

One ole boy said hey Tex, where'd you park your horse.

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

One husky fell 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't the western sky

Rope an ole blue northern and milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat...

Long before you take this cowboy's hat....

Now pardner, this ole hat is better left alone,

She 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 indian friend of mine

But someone ran him down somewheres round 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't the western sky

Rope an ole blue northern and Milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it's ears down flat...

Log 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, your gonna have to fight us all...

Well, right then I caught a little sadness in that 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, I noticed his old hat brim

Well it was turned up.. in a big ole texas grin

You'll ride a black tornado cross't the western skies

Rope an ole blue northern, milk it till it's dry

Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat

Long before you take this cowboy's hat.