Aw, aw, aw      Have you seen my worn out walking hat?   If by chance you've seen it, won't you tell me where it's at   It's not some gentleman's derby, not an engineer's lid   It ain't that old cotton cap I used to wear 'round as a kid   Used to wear around as a kid      And I say, aw, aw, aw      See, I'm in need of one with a comfortable fit   And I've got good intentions to take damn good care of it   Yeah, when I find it I'm gonna put it on my head   And it might be tough to sleep it, but I'll even wear it on to bed   I'll even where it in the bed      And I gotta say, aw, aw, aw      Way up on a mountainside   Is where I go so I can hide away   With my mandolin and my favorite hat   The mean old world can kiss my ass today      And I say, aw, aw, aw      Well, it's been too many Sundays since I took the time to laugh   And I'd take a small vacation if I could save up the cash   If I could find that damned old walking hat   I'd put it on right now 'cause it's got the kind of style and fit   To turn my head around, make me turn my head around      And I wanna say, aw, aw, aw      I want to get way up on a mountainside   Where I go so I can hide away   With my mandolin and my favorite hat   The mean old world can kiss my ass today      I want to get way up on a mountainside   Where I go so I can hide away   With my mandolin and my favorite hat   The mean old world can kiss my ass today      And I say, aw, aw