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- Messages
- 401
- Location
- South Florida and Chihuahua
Buckaroo Hatters
Mrs. Major Moore stood looking at the clutter
With words so firm only a wife could utter . . .
I love all your stuff…every hat, brim and bow
Mike, I love you, but all this must simply go.
If Momma ain’t happy, then nobody is
Mike started looking where to put his hat biz.
To find the perfect place he said a quick prayer…
Lo and behold it was there . . . right on the town square.
Covington was about to have a new shoppe.
Mike lugged boxes and blocks till he thought he would drop
He scrubbed and he buffed till all was squeaky clean
Brought shelves, lots of stuff . . . a big sewing machine.
With help from his friends, Rusty, Bill, Luke and Bob
They lugged and they tugged, made it all a short job
Determined to quickly move all of Mike’s gear
Cause they knew at the end, they’d all share some beer.
Mike knows how to work every crown, felt and fur
From Fedora to Western, he can do that . . . “yes, sir.”
A big ole smile, “Welcome to Buckaroo Hatters . . .”
“Your satisfaction our goal, its all that matters.”
So momma is happy, she has her house back
Now Mike can make hats: blue, pink and black
Till his heart’s content . . . no small charge
We all know that his heart is really quite large.
His Fedora Lounge friends all wish Mike the best
We hope his new place will grow and be blessed.
We know that the Major is one really good guy
A friend all will make with every hat that they buy.
Mrs. Major Moore stood looking at the clutter
With words so firm only a wife could utter . . .
I love all your stuff…every hat, brim and bow
Mike, I love you, but all this must simply go.
If Momma ain’t happy, then nobody is
Mike started looking where to put his hat biz.
To find the perfect place he said a quick prayer…
Lo and behold it was there . . . right on the town square.
Covington was about to have a new shoppe.
Mike lugged boxes and blocks till he thought he would drop
He scrubbed and he buffed till all was squeaky clean
Brought shelves, lots of stuff . . . a big sewing machine.
With help from his friends, Rusty, Bill, Luke and Bob
They lugged and they tugged, made it all a short job
Determined to quickly move all of Mike’s gear
Cause they knew at the end, they’d all share some beer.
Mike knows how to work every crown, felt and fur
From Fedora to Western, he can do that . . . “yes, sir.”
A big ole smile, “Welcome to Buckaroo Hatters . . .”
“Your satisfaction our goal, its all that matters.”
So momma is happy, she has her house back
Now Mike can make hats: blue, pink and black
Till his heart’s content . . . no small charge
We all know that his heart is really quite large.
His Fedora Lounge friends all wish Mike the best
We hope his new place will grow and be blessed.
We know that the Major is one really good guy
A friend all will make with every hat that they buy.
