Well I was sitting in a roadhouse havin' a cup to pass the time 
Swapping rodeo stories with a few old territory friends of mine 
When some motorcycle riders started snickering in the back 
They were pokin' fun at my friends hat 
Well one old boy said 'Hey Tex where'd you park your horse' 
My friend just turned his hat down low but they couldn't be ignored 
Then one husky fella said 'I think I'll rip that hat right off your head' 
That's when my friend turned 'round and this is what he said 
You'll ride a black tornado across the western sky 
You'll rope an old blue norther and milk it 'til it's dry 
Bulldog the Diamantina pin its ears down flat 
Long before you take this cowboy's hat 
Now this old hat is better left alone 
You see it used to be my father's but last year he passed on 
My Uncle skinned the red belly black that makes up this ol' hat band 
But back in '69 he was killed in Vietnam 
Now the eagle feather was given to me by an old aboriginal friend of mine 
But someone run him down somewhere up around that Nothern Territory line 
And a real special lady gave me this hat pin 
But I don't know if I'm ever going to see her again 
Now if your leather jacket means to you what this old hat means to me 
Then I guess we understand each other and we'll just let it be 
But if you still think it's funny then you've got my back up against the wall 
And if you touch my hat then you're gonna have to fight us all 
Well right then and there I noticed a little sadness in the gang leader's eyes 
He turned back toward the others and they all just shuffled on outside 
But when my friend turned back towards me I noticed his hat brim 
Well it was turned up in a big old Territory grin