You sit still upon my head
Covers the sun and helps me see
You are my protector from dirt and grime
As I work hard shoveling the ground
Dirt flies up above
But not worries you are there to do the duty
You sit on my night stand while I sleep at night
Sitting and waiting for my hand to reach up and place it on my head
With its embroidered writing bright blue and white
We go into town and I show you around
They know my brand
They know who I am
Because of my hat that fits on me just right
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