"Hats, Guns, Guitars" lyrics

"Hats, Guns, Guitars"

This will be the last time that I wear this cowboy hat
It's dirty and mis-shapen and it makes my face look fat
And they won't recognize me when I sneak out through the back
I should have never worn this cowboy hat

I won't think about that woman ever again
And I won't wonder who she's with or where the hell she's been
If she's playing games with me I guess I'll let her win
But I won't think about her again

No I won't load the bullets into the barrel of this gun
I think about the day my father gave it to his son
And there ain't no one left out here to do what needed done
So I won't load the bullets into this gun

I don't think that I can play this guitar anymore
When this song is over I'll just throw it on the floor
And I'll punch holes in all the walls on my way out the door
'Cause I can't play this guitar anymore


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