You never liked this hat
I always knew about that
You didn't like my music either
So we always listened to the likes of Seether
Now I'm free again to wear this cowboy hat
And listen to country music without any combat
A rednecks what they called me
And maybe that's all you'll ever see
But this broncing bucks more than that
Even thought thats all you see when you look at my hat
I'm a man thats gone too far to save
Wrote an ending to put on my grave
Six feet down wont be able to hold me
I can't fly away and I'll never be free
Shackles hold my feet, while I dig my own grave
All because of these choices I have made
Free to wear this hat again
This grave I'll wear it within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem