If that old hat I wore could only talk

And tell some of the things that he has seen

There's 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

Ah those boots have got a shine in their time

[ guitar + dobro ]

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 

Ah,hat and boots we'll do it all again