Credits:

Fiddle - Bruce Hoffman

Drum, Bass, BG Vocals - Ben Crane

Vocals - Frank Peters


Black Hat

This started out in a house I was renovating and in the process, I was sanding drywall. My friend Mike and I were going out for a couple of beer. He said, "Are you going to wait at the house or do you want to meet at the pub." My response, "I'm not going to sit here and watch my black hat turn white." He said," There's a good line"


Folks said I turned crazy when I turned fifteen.

As I drifted from wild to mean.

I bruised up my knuckles and carried my pride,

Like smoke from some hauling machine.

But it's funny the changes time makes in a man,

When he wakes up after the fight.

Now I've settled right down in this quiet old town.

And I've traded my black hat for white.

 

As rounder's would go, well I'd dress for the show.

And love was a rose in the night.

A game here and there that I never played fair.

And I never backed down from a fight.

But it's funny the changes time makes in a man,

When he wakes up alone in the night.

Now I've settled right down in this quiet old town.

And I've traded my black hat for white.

 

I've traded my black hat for white,

Guess you could say I saw the light.

I've sung all the blues and there's no more to prove.

And I've traded my black hat for white.

 

Now I've give up on barrooms and fast moving cars,

And angels that spend half the night.

I've got a good job and a great bunch of kids,

And a real good friend whose my wife.

Yea it's funny the changes time makes in a man,

When he wakes up in love with his wife.

And I've settled right down in this quiet old town,

And I've traded my black hat for white.

 

I've traded my black hat for white,

Guess you could say I saw the light.

I've sung all the blues and there's no more to prove.

And I've traded my black hat for white.

 

I've paid all the dues, and there's no more to prove.

Yea I've traded my black hat for white.

 

© 1989 by ~Francis (Frank) H. Peters ~ SOCAN