Talking
Well there's Always Been Groups Of People
that never could see eye to eye
and 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 coffe shop,
just having a cup to pass the time,
Swappin Rodeo stories,
with this ol' Cowboy friend of mine

When some motorcycle riders startin snickerin in the back
They started pokin fun at my friends hat

One ol' boy said "Hey Tex, where'd ya park your Horse?"
My friend just pulled his hat down low,
But they couldnt be ignored

One husky fella said
"I think I'll rip that hat right off yer head"
Thats when my friend turned around,
and this is what he said

Chorus:

You'll ride a black tornado,
cross the western sky,
Rope an ol' Blue Northern,
and milk it till its dry,
Bulldog the Mississippi,
and pin its ears down flat,
Long before you take this Cowboys Hat!

Now partner, this ol' hats better left alone,
see it used to be my daddy's,
but last year he passed on,
My nephew skinned the rattler that makes up this hat band,
but back in 69' he died in Vietnam
Now the eagle feather was given to me by an old indian friend of mine,
someone ran him down somewhere around that Arizona line,
and a real special lady gave me this hat pin,
but I dont 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 'til its dry
Bulldog the Mississippi,
and pin its ears 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 we understand each other,
and we'll just let it be
but if you still think its funny,
Man you got my back up against the wall,
And if you touch my hat,
your gonna have to fight us all

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 his ol' hat brim,
well it was turned up,
in a big ol' TEXAS grin!!!!

You'll ride a black tornado,
cross the western sky
Rope an old Blue Northern,
and milk it to its dry
Bulldog the Mississippi,
and pin its ears down flat,
long before you take this Cowboy's hat