Black Cowboy Hat

While wondering in Wisconsin one day
Went and saw some old friends that my friend had made
We sat at the table most comfortably
I was introduced we all sat and drank tea

We sat with John Klein and his wife Mary
Talked about Maryland and history
They welcomed my friend as their long lost son
And they were curious to know about the things that we'd done

We talked about Chicago and the traffic that jammed
San Fran and Berkley and the promised land
They had two dogs Sojourner and Molly
They had an all black cat whose name was Zimmy

We stepped outside to an old Dodge that spit fire
Mary told us 'bout a lady bought a house for a dollar
It's right up the street she said let's go take a look
It's the only house you'll see that was moved on a truck

Sure enough before my eyes the big house stood
It was moved on a truck from another neighborhood
The house was big and green and three stories tall
It had a basement sized garage beneath it all

We stepped up on the porch and we went inside
The rooms were bare but they were big and wide
We took a look around and then we went upstairs
There were cowboy boots and hats lying everywhere

I grabbed a black hat and I held it in my hand
I put it on my head just like the Marlboro Man
The lady said take it man I don't care
Eric said that's the hat that I was born to wear

I was feeling brand new I had boots on my feet
Thinking about Denver where my heart did beat
But I was in Wisconsin a thousand miles away
But if she saw my new hat I wonder what she'd say
You look ridiculous

So I left with this hat and got a pair of black boots
They'd both go great with my cowboy suit
We bid the Kleins goodbye and that was that
And there's the story of how I got my black cowboy hat