If that old hat I wore could only talk
And tell some of the things that it has seen
There are stories that would fill it to the brim
If that old hat could tell it all again
If those old boots I wore could write a song
And tell some of the places they have been
'Cause they've been kicked and scuffed and left behind
Those boots have got a shine in their time
Then I could say that it was them rememberin' and not me
The first time I saw her, the last time she saw me
The feelin' of her fingers, the dimple in her chin
It would be so much easier to put it all on them
Now hat if you ain't ashamed of what you've seen
And boots if you still ain't scared of the dark
If we get a chance to go back where we've been
Hat and boots we'll do it all again
Hat and boots we'll do it all again

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