Cowboy Hats

Cowboy hats in front of me
Cowboy hats behind me
Pull over, pull over
There’s got to be a better way
Pull over, pull over
I’ve got to make my getaway
I’ve got to make my getaway
I’m dancing through blazing battlefields
Your rockets and your steel
Can’t penetrate my shield
I’m floating over barricades
Your teargas and your raids
Can’t rain on my parade
Cowboy hats in front of me
Cowboy hats behind me
Pull over, pull over
There’s got to be a better way
Pull over, pull over
I’ve got to make my getaway
I’ve got to make my getaway
'Cause I’m guilty, so guilty
I’m guilty in your judgment halls
But sentences and walls
Won’t slow me down at all
Cowboy hats in front of me
Pull over, pull over, pull over
'Cause with your ten gallon hat
Stuffed into your cab like that
Your shiny white truck is full of headwear
It’s full of headwear
In your rearview all you see
Fuzzy felt from sea to sea
'Cause your shiny red truck is full of headwear
It’s full of headwear
Full of headwear
Full of cowboy hats