The Hat

A cowboy hat is special
TO the folks who wear this crown.
They feel like they're kings with the looks that it brings
From kids when they go into town.

But a hat is more than a costume.
It serves a purpose as well.
To keep the sun out of eyes, to shoo away flies
And for sackin' out colds in works swell.

I've seen it used as a bucket
For givin' horses a drink.
And for a pillow at night when you turn out the lights
It's more useful than you might think.

When the clouds bust loose and it's rainin'.
And you're wishin' that you were in bed.
It's a sure bet that your face won't get wet
With that hat that sits on your head.

Each hat is unique to a cowboy.
From the brim to the crease in the crown.
But you'd better beware and take lots of care
In the way that you set the thing down.

And the shape says a lot bout the cowboy.
Each adds his personal style.
With the brim pulled down low and the crown creased just so,
You can tell who it is for a mile

And according to cowboy etiquette.
Another man's hat do not touch.
For a cowboy you see can get pretty teed
If you mess with the thing very much.

A cowboy I knew was out ridin'
Along an old river bed.
In some quicksand he fell without even a yell
And he went in it up over his head.

They found him the very nest morning.
His Resistol markin' the spot.
And they were sorry to see that there no longer would be
This cowboys whom they loved a lot.

Well they wanted to pull from that quagmire
Something to remember him by.
Why his hat they would save to hang on his grave
They said with a tear in their eye.

When from out of that mud boomed a warming.
That shocked each on where he sat.
"How I'll get out of this mess is anyone's guess.
But don't you dare touch my hat!