I BOUGHT A HAT

I was definitely not alone, my lady baby.
Because I had my friend glass and the head, baby.
But I felt it as an empty bar without you, baby.

Dear woman, I was suffering without your presence.
Although the bar was full of hats adorning minds in absence.
With no definition of purpose, full of absences.

The inspiration of the country song, my blues,
took the loneliness to dance in a green field, my blues,
far away, where one could only reach, through the blues,
by wandering in memories sliding chords of the blues,
How simple my homeland was with my blues,
and how easy it was to live only with my blues.

I couldn't get there, dear baby. Oh lady baby!
No matter how much I wrote, or play, baby.
No matter how much I wished you, baby.
No matter how much I smoked, oh baby.
No matter how much I drank, baby, baby.
Waiting for you baby. At the bar, waiting, baby.
And thinking about you. Dear, oh dear baby

And, when you didn't show up, I paid the bill,
bought a hat and left like a cowboy to fulfill
my night and I was lost full of thoughts to kill,
who knows, I could forget you and realize my will.

Or maybe just become the plot of another movie,
one of those that leaves a lump in your throat, but groovy,
while the cast walks by on the screen, top to bottom, moving.

My blues was alive in that movie as soundtrack of the movie.
Missing you baby. You were not protagonist star in the movie.
I bought a hat. At least, I bought my hat. To forget the movie.
Yes, I bought a hat. At least, I bought my hat. To forget the movie.
Yeap, oh yes, I bought a hat. At least, I bought my hat. To forget the movie.