Don't Take My Hat

You could take my  [A]  money
You could take my  [D]  credit cards
You could  [A]  take everything I own in this whole wide world
It wouldn’t ([E] (7th fret)) be that hard
You could take my socks
You could take my shoes
You could tell me what I call reality
Is just a ruse

But don’t take my  [A]  hat
Leave it on my (low [E]) head
It keeps my  [F#m]  forehead from turnin’  [D]  red
It keeps the  [A]  rain from pourin’ (low [E]) down
It’s the  [F#m]  original American  [D]  crown

You could take my house
You could take my car
You could take my laptop
You could take my guitar (well, maybe not the guitar)
You could take my television set
So shiny and new
You could take my cable box
And a coupla old cans of soup

The one thing I learned from all this is that if you have a hill to climb, waiting won’t
it any smaller.
And if you ain’t met yer match ya ain’t looked hard enough
They tell me that a wishbone ain’t no substitute for a backbone, and I believe it’s true
Any cowboy can carry a tune.  The trouble just comes when he tries to unload it.
And—when in doubt—let your horse do the thinkin’