Man you better let go   You can't hold on to   What belongs to me   And don't belong to you      I caught you looking   With your roving eye   So Mister you don't have to act   So surprised      If it's her you want   I don't care about that   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat      I grew up lonesome   On the open range   And that cold North wind   Can make a man feel strange      My John B. Stetson   Was my only friend   And we've stuck together   Through many a woman      So if it's her you want   I don't care about that   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat      My mama told me   Son to be polite   Take your hat off   When you walk inside      But the winds of change   They fill the air   And you can't set your hat down   Just anywhere      So if you plead not guilty   I'll be the judge   We don't need no jury   To decide because      I wear a seven   And you're out of order   'Cause I can tell from here   You're a seven and a quarter      But if it's her you want   I don't care about that   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat      If it's her you want   I don't care about that   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat      No it never complains   And it never cries   And it looks so good   And it fits just right      But if it's her you want   I don't care about that   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat      You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat   You can have my girl   But don't touch my hat