(Lyle Lovett)
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Man you better let go
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You can't hold on to
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What belongs to me
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And don't belong to you
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I caught you looking
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With your roving eye
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So Mister you don't have to act
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So surprised
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If it's her you want
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I don't care about that
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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I grew up lonesome
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On the open range
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And that cold North wind
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Can make a man feel strange
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My John B. Stetson
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Was my only friend
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And we've stuck together
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Through many a woman
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So if it's her you want
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I don't care about that
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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My mama told me
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Son to be polite
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Take your hat off
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When you walk inside
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But the winds of change
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They fill the air
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And you can't set your hat down
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Just anywhere
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So if you plead not guilty
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I'll be the judge
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We don't need no jury
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To decide because
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I wear a seven
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And you're out of order
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'Cause I can tell from here
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You're a seven and a quarter
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But if it's her you want
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I don't care about that
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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If it's her you want
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I don't care about that
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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No it never complains
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And it never cries
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And it looks so good
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And it fits just right
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But if it's her you want
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I don't care about that
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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You can have my girl
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But don't touch my hat
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Don't Touch My Hat
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Lyle Lovett |