"A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux,
Lonely women, and bad booze,
Seem to be the only friends I've left at all"
R.I.P. Chris.
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 across the western sky,
Rope an ol' blue norther and milk it till it's dry,
Bulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flat,
Long before you take this cowboy's hat!"