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 lot in common
Well I was sittin in a coffee shop,
just havin 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
Started poking fun
at my friend's hat
One old boy said
"hey Te , 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,
'crost a western sky
Rope an old Blue Norther'
and milk it 'till it's dry...
Bulldog the Mississippi,
pin it's down flat,
Long before you take this cowboy's hat
Now, partner this old hat's
better left alone
You see it used to be my daddy's,
but last year he passed on
My nephew 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 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,
'crost a western sky
Rope an old Blue Norther'
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 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've got my back
up against the wall
And if you touch my hat,
you're gonna have to fight us all
Well 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...
Well it was turned up,
in a big old Te as grin
You'll ride a black tornado,
'crost a western sky
Rope an old Blue Norther
and milk it 'till it's dry
Bulldog the Mississippi,
pin it's down flat
Long before you take this cowboy's hat
