(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.....
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Well I was sittin' in a coffee shop, just havin' a cup to pass the time.
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Swappin' rodeo stories with this ole cowboy friend of mine.
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When some motor-cycle riders started snickerin' in the back
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started pokin' fun at my friend's hat.
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One ole boy said hey Tex, where'd you park your horse.
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My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn't be ingnored.
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One husky fellow said, I think I'll rip that hat right off your head.
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That's when my friend turned around, and this is what he said.....
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You'll ride a black tornado, cross't the western sky
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Rope an ole blue norther and milk it till it's dry
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Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat...
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Long before you take this cowboy's hat....
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Now partner, this ole hat is better left alone,
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She used to be my daddy's, but last year he passed on.
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My nephew skinned the Rattler that makes up this ole hatband,
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But back in 69 he died in Viet_Nam
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Now the eagle feather was given to me by an indian friend of mine
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But someone ran him down somewheres round that Arizona line
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And a real special lady gave me this hat pin
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But I don't know if I'll ever see her again.
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You'll ride a black tornado, cross't the western sky
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Rope an ole blue norther and Milk it till it's dry
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Bull dawg the Mississippi pin it's ears down flat...
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Long before you take this cowboy's hat
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Now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me
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Then I guess we understand each other, and we'll just let it be.
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But if you still think it's funny, man, you got my back up against the wall.
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And if you touch my hat, your gonna have to fight us all...
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Well, right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leaders eyes,
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And he turned back t'wards the others and they all just sorta shuffled on outside
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But when my friend turned back t'wards me, I noticed his old hat brim
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Well it was turned up.. in a big ole texas grin
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You'll ride a black tornado cross't the western skies
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Rope an ole blue norther, milk it till it's dry
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Bull dawg the Mississippi, pin it's ears down flat
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Long before you take this cowboy's hat.
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This Cowboy's Hat
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Chris LeDoux |