This Hat

This hat knew the second that it tried me on, it belonged right on my head

See, this hat has got my name in the band, sweat rings in the tan red dirt from Alabam'

Seen fire, rain, and thunder, lot of plates on some bumpers

Heard a lot of prayers that sent the Devil runnin'

It's rugged, it's got soul

Rode in style, a million miles of rollin' down Troubadour road

On the soul, south of 'Bama, hammer down to load in, trying to get back home

And love on the one and only one that'll let me take off this hat

See, this hat has got some bend in the brim from running against the wind

I ain't done breaking in, no, this hat has seen five star hotels

Woke up in jail, been soaked in top shelf

Been Mississippi low, high on the left coast

Shot a lot of bull and blown a lot of smoke

It's rugged, it's got soul

Rode in style, a million miles of rollin' down Troubadour road, yeah

On the soul, south of 'Bama, hammer down to load in, trying to get back home

And love on the one and only one that'll let me take off this hat

You can bury me, brother, in Johnny Cash black

Fold my hands right across this hat

It's rugged, it's got soul

Rode in style, a million miles of rollin' down Troubadour road

On the soul, south of 'Bama, hammer down to load in, trying to get back home

And love on the one and only one that'll let me take off this hat

The one and only one that'll let me take off this hat