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Jerry Jeff Walker

Man With The Big Hat

 

Man With The Big Hat

(专辑: Live At Gruene Hall - 1989)


[Narrator:]
In a bar in Arizona on a sultry summer day
A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away
He pulled a stool up to the bar and pushed his hat back on his head
I listened to the stories told to the words that cowboy said. He said

[Cowboy:]
I could tell you stories 'bout the Indians on the plain
Talk about Wells Fargo and the coming of the trains
Talk of the slaughter of the buffalo that roamed
Sing a song of settlers, come out looking for a home

[Chorus:]
Now the man with the big hat is buying
Drink up while the drinking is free
Drink up to the cowboys a dead or a dying
Drink to my compadres and me
Drink to my compadres and me

[Narrator:]
Well, his shirt was brown and faded
And his hat was wide and black
And the pants that once were blue were grey and had a pocket gone in back
He had a finger missing from the hand that rolled the smoke
He laughed and talked of cowboy life but you knew it weren't no joke, he said

[Cowboy:]
I seen the day so hot your pony could not stand
And if your water bag was dry, don't count upon the land
And winters, I've seen winters when your boots froze in the snow
And your only thought was leaving, but you had nowhere to go

[Narrator:]
Well, he rested easy at the bar, his foot upon the rail
And laughed and talked of times he'd had out living on the trail
The silence was never broken as the words poured from his lips
Quiet as the forty five he carried on his hip, he said

[Cowboy:]
I rode the cattle drive from here to San Antone
Ten days in the saddle you know, and weary to the bone
I rode from here to Wichita without a womans' smile
The camp fire where I cooked my beans was the only light for miles

[Narrator:]
Well, he rolled another cigarette, as he turned toward the door
I heard his spurs a jingling as his boot heels hit the floor
He loosened up his belt a notch, pulled his hat down on his head
As he turned to say goodby to me this is what he said

[Cowboy:]
Now the high-lines chase the highways, and the fences close the range
And to see a working cowboy, that's a sight that's mighty strange
But a cowboy's life was lonely, and his lot was not the best
But if it hadn't been for men like me, there wouldn't be no west

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