well there's always been groups of people that never could see eye to eye and I always thougt if they ever had a chance to sit down and talk face to face they might realize they got alot in common
(spoken)
well I was sittin' in a coffee shop just havin' a cup to pass the time swapin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine when some motorcycle riders started snickerin' in the back started pokin' fun at my friend's 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 norter and milk it till it's dry bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat long before you take this cowboys hat
(spoken)
"Now partner this old hat is better left alone see it used to be my daddy's but, last year he passed on my nephew skined the rattler that makes up this ol' hatband but, back in sixty nine he died in vietnam now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine but, someone ran he down somewhere around that Arizona line and a real special lady gave me this hatpin and 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 norter and milk it till it's dry bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat long before you take this cowboys hat
(spoken)
"now if your leather jaket means to you what htis 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 you're gonna havta fight us all" well 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 he's ol' hatbrim 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 nortern and milk it till it's dry bulldog the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat long before you take this cowboys hat"