Man you better let go You can't hold on to What belongs to me And don't belong to you
I caught you looking With your roving eye So Mister you don't have to act So surprised
If it's her you want I don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat
I grew up lonesome On the open range And that cold North wind Can make a man feel strange
My John B. Stetson Was my only friend And we've stuck together Through many a woman
So if it's her you want I don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat
My mama told me Son to be polite Take your hat off When you walk inside
But the winds of change They fill the air And you can't set your hat down Just anywhere
So if you plead not guilty I'll be the judge We don't need no jury To decide because
I wear a seven And you're out of order 'Cause I can tell from here You're a seven and a quarter
But if it's her you want I don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat
If it's her you want I don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat
No it never complains And it never cries And it looks so good And it fits just right
But if it's her you want I don't care about that You can have my girl But don't touch my hat
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