Now most old cow punchers don’t take off their hat,
They nacherlly wear ’em wherever they’re at.
There ain’t nothin’ he really should take it off for;
Some wears ’em in bed if they’re sleepin’ out doors.
Now this here old feller is washin’ his hide,
It’s likely the cabin ain’t chilly inside,
He has got him some soap and has started to rub;
He kept his hat on when he got in the tub.
His head isn’t cold and he hasn’t been drinkin’;
He just put his hat on without ever thinkin’.
He mebbe ain’t used to a bath tub at that.
But he’s shore plum accustomed to wearin’ his hat.
But there ain’t any reason to worry at that,
When he washes his head he’ll run on to the hat.
And when he does fine it, I really don’t know
If he’ll take off the hat, or jest let his head go.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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