This Old Hat

This Old Hat -Ed Bruce

This old hat's hung on the bedpost too long

Forgotten like some used to be remembered like a song

Where all the words are so easy to recall

Hmm this old hat

It's seen day fade to night in an open sky

Beneath the fury of the heavens

Kept the rain out of my eyes

Yet somehow don't look as weathered as I

Hmm this old hat

This old hat's been down some dusty trails

And may not look as good as it did new

The crown is stained the brim is torn

It's even been walked on a time or two

This old hat's just like an old friend

Misplaced from time to time but it still fits

They don't make 'em like they used to

There was a time this old hat was in style

But it was different then

It turned a few heads for awhile

But what the hell I might try it on again

Hmm this old hat

This old hat's been down some dusty trails

And may not look as good as it did new

Crown is stained the brim is torn

It's even been walked on a time or two

This old hat's just like an old friend

Misplaced from time to time but it still fits

They don't make 'em like they used to

This old hat's hung on the bedpost way too long