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[Verse 1]
            
Well I was sit

           
ting in a coff

ee shop
              
just having a 

             
cup to pass th

  
e time
            
swapping rodeo

            
 stories with 

             
this old cowbo

            
y friend of mi

ne.
            
When some moto

             
rcycle riders 

        
started snicke

ring in the ba

ck
            
started poking

            
 fun at my fri

      
end's hat.

[Verse 2]
            
One old boy sa

           
id "hey Tex, w

              
here'd you par

              
k your horse"
            
My friend just

            
 pulled his ha

             
t down low, bu

              
t they couldn'

             
t be ignored.
            
One husky fell

             
a said "I thin

              
k I'll rip tha

     
t hat right of

f your head".
            
That's when my

              
 friend turned

            
 around, and t

              
his is what he

       
 said...

[Chorus]
            
You'll ride a 

             
black tornado 


across a weste

rn sky.
            
Rope an old bl

             
ue northern an

  
d milk it 'til

l it's dry.
            
Bulldog the Mi

          
ssissippi, pin

 its ears down

 flat
            
Long before yo

            
u take this co

       
wboy's hat.

[Verse 3]
           
Now partner, t

             
his old hat's 

             
better left al

     
one.
            
You see, it us

              
ed to be my da

           
ddy's, but las

              
t year he pass

   
ed on.
            
My nephew skin

             
ned the rattle

              
r that makes u

       
p this old hat

 band.
            
But back in '6

            
9, he died in 

        
Vietnam.

[Verse 4]
            
Now the eagle 

              
feather was gi

            
ven to me by a

             
n Indian frien

           
d of mine.
            
Someone ran hi

            
m down somewhe

              
re around that

               
 Arizona line.
            
And a real spe

             
cial lady give

             
 me this hat p


in,
            
And I don't kn

            
ow if I'll eve

          
r see her agai

n.

[Chorus]
            
You'll ride a 

             
black tornado 


across a weste

rn sky.
            
Rope an old bl

             
ue norther and

 
 milk it 'till

 it's dry.
            
Bulldog the Mi

          
ssissippi, pin

 its ears down

 flat
            
Long before yo

            
u take this co

       
wboy's hat.

[Verse 5]
            
Now if your le

            
ather jacket m

              
eans to you wh

             
at this hat me

            
ans to me,
            
then I guess w

            
e understand e

              
ach other, and

             
 we'll just le

          
t it be.
            
But if you sti

              
ll think it's 

           
funny, Man, yo

u got my back 

up against the

 wall,
            
And if you tou

            
ch my hat, you

              
're gonna have

              
 to fight us a

   
ll.

[Verse 6]
            
Well right the

            
n I caught a l

              
ittle sadness 

             
in that gang l

              
eader's eyes.
            
He turned back

            
 to the others

              
 and they all 

             
just kind of s

              
huffled on out

      
side.
            
But when my fr

              
iend turned ba

             
ck towards me 


I noticed his 

old hat brim
            
Well it was tu

             
rned up in a b

             
ig old Texas g

      
rin!

[Chorus]
            
You'll ride a 

             
black tornado 


across a weste

rn sky.
            
Rope an old bl

             
ue norther and

 
 milk it 'till

 it's dry.
            
Bulldog the Mi

          
ssissippi, pin

 its ears down

 flat
            
Long before yo

            
u take this co

       
wboy's hat.