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I played a gig last weekend and I wore an old fedora hat that I inherited from my father when he passed away in 1999. People kept telling me they liked the hat and I'd answer, 'well this was my father's hat." On the way home from the gig it occurred to me that this was a good song title. Then the images came flooding back--my Dad dressing for his office job, primping in the mirror, etc. By the next morning I had the whole song. Just a little ragtime ditty, but from the heart.
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My Father’s Hat
words and music, John Whitehead, c. 2009
My father’s hat fits me to a Tee
Seven and five eighths was his size—that’s large, now just like me
I have his ears, his nose, his eyes, 'cept I’m more fat
But I’m a chip right from the block every time I wear his hat.
My Daddy’s lid is a mighty natty brim
Every time I don that cap, well I remember him
I can him see now-- cuttin’ a crease in the crown just so
He’d cock that brim at a rakish trim one last look then he’d go
Never went to work unless his shoes were shined and spiffed
In a glen plaid suit, gold tie clasp, and a pocket hankerchief
You must admit, I’m every inch the cat
I cut a mean profile ‘cuz I’m just his style
When I wear my father’s hat
My father’s hat fits me like a glove
It offers cover for my thinning thatch above
I love the feel of that soft nap against my hand
He had his monogram embossed in gold on the sweatband
The old man’s topper is really swell-e-gant
In his day you wore a hat nearly everywhere you went
He liked to look his best, he was buttoned down and pressed
He used to say that without a hat, well a man just isn’t dressed
Never went to work unless his shoes were shined and spiffed
In a glen plaid suit, gold tie clasp, and a pocket hankerchief
You must admit, darlin’, I’m every inch the cat
I cut mean profile ‘cuz I’m just his style
When I wear my father’s hat
words and music, John Whitehead, c. 2009
My father’s hat fits me to a Tee
Seven and five eighths was his size—that’s large, now just like me
I have his ears, his nose, his eyes, 'cept I’m more fat
But I’m a chip right from the block every time I wear his hat.
My Daddy’s lid is a mighty natty brim
Every time I don that cap, well I remember him
I can him see now-- cuttin’ a crease in the crown just so
He’d cock that brim at a rakish trim one last look then he’d go
Never went to work unless his shoes were shined and spiffed
In a glen plaid suit, gold tie clasp, and a pocket hankerchief
You must admit, I’m every inch the cat
I cut a mean profile ‘cuz I’m just his style
When I wear my father’s hat
My father’s hat fits me like a glove
It offers cover for my thinning thatch above
I love the feel of that soft nap against my hand
He had his monogram embossed in gold on the sweatband
The old man’s topper is really swell-e-gant
In his day you wore a hat nearly everywhere you went
He liked to look his best, he was buttoned down and pressed
He used to say that without a hat, well a man just isn’t dressed
Never went to work unless his shoes were shined and spiffed
In a glen plaid suit, gold tie clasp, and a pocket hankerchief
You must admit, darlin’, I’m every inch the cat
I cut mean profile ‘cuz I’m just his style
When I wear my father’s hat
Feter
O my this is way cool ...and I just loved the folky ol timy story
came ..actually this style speaks to me much ..guitar and mandolin
I do this but you doing it SO authentic than anyone ...the feel is
all so awesome all around ..a true classic ..thnx alot for sharin !!!!