Doze off for a nap in my rocking chair
Day dream about another day of labor
A cool little rustle took my hat for a tussle
A jerk and a whistle landed yonder in the thistle
Nails vibrate the planks to my stride
Block a beam of light gleams in my eye
Face and hands shake supple ground
I'd be less madder if I had my hat
On my hat holder
Cause with my hat I'd be a little bolder
Wipe that dust right off my shoulder
Shout at the sun make me fall over
Only call it quits for the month of October
Uh huh
Oh how the seasons changed
So did my hat lost in the thistle
It had grown worn and ragged without its keeper
My bad hair days have seen the light
So I dig a little deeper
Cause with my hat I'd be a little bolder
Wipe that dust right off my shoulder
Shout at the sun make me fall over
Only call it quits for the month of October
Golden and bleached I wandered the forest paths
Blackberry picking I'll be wishing I'll find that hat
Oh the one I've been missing
Cause with my hat I'd be out sky kissing
Leave them snakes rattling and hissing
Spring off a blade a grass into a well of wishing
Swim to the center of it all let my eyes get misty
Red rover red rover my hat right over
With my hat I'd be a little bolder
Wipe that dust right off my shoulder
Shout at the sun make me fall over
Only call it quits for the month of October
Uh huh
Uh huh