Other Scott Hunter
Half-Pint In A Ten-Gallon Hat

Played on my Martin SWOMGT. Remastered using the LANDR app.

Lyrics:
He was just eighteen when he started to roam
Looking for things he couldn’t find at home;
At the Greyhound bus he kissed his mama ‘bye   ’bye,
Shook Daddy’s hand, but couldn’t look him in
the eye.
He was chugging Rebel Yell and smoking
Mexican weed,
He was a poor wayfaring stranger, a troubadour
in need;
He was feeling sharp, singing flat,
A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat,
A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat.

1. He was younger than his years, just an over-
   grown child,
   Sleeping in the streets, living hard and running
   wild;
   Working when he had to, taking handouts when
   he could,
   Singing in the honky-tonks, like he was any
   good.

   He was burning up the road without a place to
   go,
   He was young, naive and stupid, just waiting to
   get old;
   He was feeling sharp, singing flat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat.

2. With dreams of fame and fortune, and a
   woman by his side,
   On the carousel of life he was waiting for a
   ride;
   Chasing circles in the sand, and comets in the
   sky,
   Flying near the sun like he was never gonna
   die.

   He grabbed for that brass ring like it was made
   of gold,
   Spinning yarns in darkened barrooms, stories
   never told;
   He was feeling sharp, singing flat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat.

3. It was 1968, the president was LBJ,
   We were all pissed off and scared, with nothin’
   good to say;
   There was trouble all around us, and trouble
   ‘round the bend,
   The way it looked back then, it wasn’t ever
   gonna end.

   With a song in my back pocket and women on
   my mind,
   I’m still standing by the highway, waiting to
   arrive;
   I’m feeling sharp, singing flat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat,
   A half-pint in a ten-gallon hat