Flat Brim by MC
Sung to the tune of Big Iron by Marty Robbins
On the forum of net ranchers, typed a stranger one fine day
Boastfully typed to folks welcoming him, he had way too much to say
Everyone well knew his business, everyone saw the tomcat
For the stranger there among 'em wore a George Strait cowboy hat
A George Strait cowboy hat
It was early in the mornin' when he appeared on the net
Came postin' from the urban side, quickly wanting to make a bet
"He's a roper, with no lariat swingin'", came a whisper from each lip
"He's here to do some business with the big W on his hip
Big W on his hip"
On this net there was an old woman by the name of Oregon Fay
Many men had tried to impress her, how many we cannot say
She was widowed and a loner, though a senior of sixty nine
And the stains on her flat brim made chills run up the spine
Chills run up the spine
Now the stranger started talkin', made it plain to folks that read
Was a roper and a bragger, placed a rope round the head
He came there to impress the ranchers with rodeo of the day
Said he knew rodeo better than mountain woman Oregon Fay
Mountain woman Oregon Fay
Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Oregon Fay
But the roper didn't worry, about a woman photographing hay
Many men had tried to take her, twenty men had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the roper with the big W on his hip
Big W on his hip
The mornin' passed so quickly, it was time for them to post
It was twenty past eleven when he posed and made his boast
Folks were watchin' on their screens, everybody held their peace
They knew this roper's hat was about to get a crease
About to get a crease
There was fiber optics between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swift wit of the mountain woman is still talked about today
Roper braggin' had just posted, wearing his George Strait he said
Was better than the woman with the flat-brimmed on her head
The flat brim on her head
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered 'round
Right there strait before them lay the hat of the roper on the ground
Oh, he might have gone on braggin' but he made one fatal thread
When he tried to match the cattle woman with the flat-brimmed on her head
The flat brim on her head
FLAAAAT BRIIIIMMMM!!!
(Well maybe a bit of a pencil crease down in front and up at the back hahaha)