Ten Gallon Stetson

I was rooting through the attic back about a week or so
And I came across a relic of the long, long years ago
I brung me recollections that I best forget
Cause the very memory of it still upsets me yet

Just a ten gallon Stetson with a hole in the crown
Where old Dead-Eye Dalton tried to mow me down

Dead-Eye Dalton was a headshot like old Hickok is today
When a sheriff asked a favor who am I to turn away?
He knowed I had this holster since I was a scout
So in rooting through the attic, here’s what I dug out

Just a ten gallon Stetson with a hole in the crown
Where old Dead-Eye Dalton tried to mow me down

Now it brings me back a memory of a very distant day
There was me and Dead-Eye Dalton, we was plugging dead away
Oh how we get to thinking life is just like that
When a-rooting through the attic, and you’ll find a hat

Just a ten gallon Stetson with a hole in the crown
Where old Dead-Eye Dalton tried to mow me down
Where old Dead-Eye Dalton tried to mow me down