Don't Touch My Hat - Lyle Lovett

Man you better let go

You can’t hold on to

What belongs to me

And don’t belong to you

I caught you looking

With your roving eye

So Mister you don’t have to act

So surprised

If it’s her you want

I don’t care about that

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

I grew up lonesome

On the open range

And that cold North wind

Can make a man feel strange

My John B. Stetson

Was my only friend

And we’ve stuck together

Through many a woman

So if it’s her you want

I don’t care about that

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

My mama told me

Son to be polite

Take your hat off

When you walk inside

But the winds of change

They fill the air

And you can’t set your hat down

Just anywhereSo if you plead not guilty

I’ll be the judge

We don’t need no jury

To decide because

I wear a seven

And you’re out of order

'Cause I can tell from here

You’re a seven and a quarter

But if it’s her you want

I don’t care about that

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

If it’s her you want

I don’t care about that

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

No it never complains

And it never cries

And it looks so good

And it fits just right

But if it’s her you want

I don’t care about that

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat

You can have my girl

But don’t touch my hat