by Michael Faubion
June, 1982
Come on, Sombrero, you're
my shade in the sun
Come on, Sombrero. You know the rain's gonna come
Come on, Sombrero. You know we really gotta run.
And the ladies sigh, sayin'
"Who is that guy ridin' by?
"With the silver gun and the hat hidin' his eyes?"
Say Sombrero rides...
Ride on, Sombrero, leave
this town in the dust.
We're gone, Sombrero, before it settles on us.
We belong, Sombrero, where we can know who to trust.
And the ladies sigh, sayin'
"Who is that guy ridin' by?
"With the silver gun and the hat hidin' his eyes?"
Say Sombrero rides...
One old Sombrero and a strawberry
roan.
Get's cold, Sombrero, up on the border you know.
Let's go, Sombrero. Someday we'll find us a home.
And the ladies sigh, sayin'
"Who is that guy ridin' by?
"With the silver gun and the hat hidin' his eyes?"
Say, Sombrero rides. Say, Sombrero rides.
Say Sombrero, say Sombrero, say Sombrero rides.