It’s hot and sunny, I neeeeeed a cowboy hat. There’s something about wearing one that changes how you carry yourself and act. I’ve only owned this thing for 5 minutes and I’ve already started tipping my hat to the ladies and saying Ma’am.
I’m also looking for trouble because with this cowboy hat, I can save the day.
I loved a black hat I tried on but as my friend Rosa from Howard Beach in Queens would say, “It’s too hot for Summah!”
When I told the sales woman at Lou Taubert Ranch Outfitters that I like looking like a bad boy in black, she dead panned, “Not all bad boys wear black.”
That’s the title for my next country album.
Hell’s bells!!! It’s about time something productive came of this trip. I’ve been waiting nearly 3 months, reading day after day, and now finally you’ve embraced the drifting cowboy inside you. Let it free…. (Just wait ’til you throw on a pair of real boots)
America! You’re right, I was playing cowboys and Indians as a kid for a reason. I’ve been preparing for this all my life.
Great hat. You chose well.