Play The Hat
By Neil Dover, J. Breedwell

When I was young
They said the world’s in from of you
Oh and I believed it was true
Anything I could dream, I could grow up to be
All I had to do was choose
But when you’re young and
The World’s in front of you
Well that’s the last thing you want to do

So I did this and I did that
And I wound up underneath this hat
And if its alright I got no complaints
But when I take it off look underneath
And I think about how I came to be
Did I pick this hat or did it pick me

So I tuned up these old six strings
And I got up on that stage
I still see those empty chairs
Filled up with all the years
And the bills I couldn’t pay
So I laid down that old guitar
I hung it up and I walked away

I went back to this I went back to that
And I wound up underneath this hat
And if its alright I got no complaints
But when I take it off look underneath
And I think about how I came to be me
Did I pick this hat or did it pick me

I don’t know how I got hear tonight
Awl but this must be where I’m supposed to be
Cause my Stetsons here and thats all I know
And I go where my baby goes and
I couldn’t ask for anymore

Cause I do this and thats just that
And I wound up underneath this hat
But I can’t complain
Cause it fits just right
When I take her off and wave her high

And as she and I say goodnight
I see I know I didn’t pick this hat
She picked me Oh she picked me
Ummm Oh Oh She picked me
I thank God I finally wound up at
Underneath this hat

Picture of Neil sitting, holding his guitar and writing

Neil Writing