Attic door was open, began a country song I found a stetson hat that to grandpa did belong Good time country music is everything I need Sing with me my song, a happy song indeed Don't sit on my stetson hat Don't shit in my stetson hat Otherwise I am not glad Just simple as that Second verse is hardest, grandpa, he knew that That is why he gave me this worn-out stetson hat This hat is filled with magic, this hat is filled with joy And it should be so tragic to lose this hat, oh boy Don't sit on my stetson hat Don't shit in my stetson hat Otherwise I am not glad Just simple as that Don't sit on my stetson hat Don't shit in my stetson hat Otherwise I am not glad Just simple as that Otherwise I am not glad Otherwise I am not glad Otherwise I am not glad Just simple as that