I’ve seen men walk in wearin’ thunder on their feet
Boots full of dust, swear they’ve earned every crease
But the first thing they grab when the mirror gets mean
Is a brim pulled low like it’s bulletproof steel
Steam risin’ up from a borrowed crown
Felt gets shaped while the truth gets drowned
You can buy grit by the inch or the pound
If confidence came stitched, we’d sell it by now
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Pre-Chorus
They say character’s built, not bought off the rack
But funny how quiet that talk gets fast
When a crease goes sharp and the brim leans back
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Chorus
It’s all hat, no man, no cattle, no land
Just a big ol’ shadow and a nervous plan
Hat says “legend,” boots say “loan”
That brim’s got nerve the spine don’t own
Yeah the hat don’t make the man, they swear that’s fact
But it sure does a hell of a job distractin’ from that
All hat, no man
Tip it low and hope nobody asks
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Verse 2
We block ‘em, steam ‘em, bend ‘em just right
Like maybe posture comes free with the style
Sweatband tight like it’s holdin’ a lie
That says “I’m tougher than I feel inside”
Some want ranch dust baked into the felt
Some want “outlaw” stitched straight to the belt
We don’t judge, we just size your head
And quietly wonder who you’re pretendin’ to be instead
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Pre-Chorus
Pick your brim wide, pick your crown tall
Pick a version of you that don’t trip when you fall
Funny how brave men get
Once the hat does the talkin’ for ‘em all
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Chorus
It’s all hat, no man, no blisters, no tan
Never met a fence that was built by his hands
Hat says “ride,” hands say “text”
Brim’s been west, the man ain’t left
Yeah the hat don’t make the man, that’s what they say
But it sure makes a stranger step out the way
All hat, no man
Long as the brim’s doin’ what he can
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Bridge (drop it back, half-time feel)
Maybe the hat knows somethin’ we don’t
Maybe courage is borrowed till it’s your own
Every crown starts flat on the block
Gets shaped by heat, pressure, and knock after knock
So maybe we ain’t sellin’ lies on a shelf
Maybe we’re just helpin’ men meet themselves
Or maybe it’s felt, sweat, thread, and glue
And a good excuse to stand a little straighter than you used to
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Final Chorus (bigger, grin in the voice)
It’s all hat, no man, till the man shows through
Till the walk catches up with the point of view
Hat tips first, truth comes last
But sometimes that’s how a backbone’s cast
Yeah the hat don’t make the man, alright, fair
But it might remind him there’s one in there
All hat, no man
Till he earns the rest of it, best he can
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Outro
So we’ll keep makin’ crowns outta steam and faith
Watch ‘em walk out taller than when they came
If the hat’s a lie, it’s a hopeful one
And every once in a while…
It turns into somethin’ true.
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