Hang This Hat - Roger Marin Jr.

Hang all the mistletoe And I'm gonna get to know you better This Christmas And as we trim the tree How much fun it's gonna be together This Christmas The fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me, yeah Give me your hand baby, uh-huh Presents and cards are here And I'm going to fill with cheer and you, baby This Christmas And as I look around, your eyes outshine the town, they do This Christmas The fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me, yeah, yeah, yeah You and me, baby Give me your hand, baby, oh You see, the fireside is blazing bright (oh...) And we're caroling through the night (oh...) And this Christmas will be A very special Christmas for me Yes, this Christmas will be Very special for you, you and me, Lord, oh Please give me your hand, baby Merry Christmas, baby Hang all the mistletoe (merry Christmas) I'm better off get to know you better, better (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas (merry Christmas) You and me, baby (merry Christmas) Oh, oh, hey, hey (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas Baby, baby (merry Christmas) Merry Christmas

It's pushed cattle on a palomino Somewhere west of San Antone It's laid on the church floor as I talk to the good Lord Cussed out him for callin' grandpa home And it hit the dirt, one night in Fort Worth When I thought I was bulletproof And it got stomped by a bull named "Mile High" Yeah, but I scored 82 It might just be a dusty resistor If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hold on and hang around If this hat could talk, it'd say it's 'bout time we settle down Don't ya think we've done enough ridin' away? Maybe we should take the saddle off the Chevy and stay If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hang it at your place The first time I met ya, I'll never forget ya Snatched it off and put it on the wrong way Hands like a pistol, said, "Boy, take a picture 'Cause I feel like John Wayne" You pull down the brim and I knew right then If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hold on and hang around If this hat could talk, it'd say it's 'bout time we settle down Don't you think we've done enough ridin' away? Maybe we should take the saddle off the Chevy and stay If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hang it at your place Wish I could sit and have a drink with it Man, the stories it could tell From the day I got it shaped and fitted To the day it found its nail If this hat could talk If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hold on and hang around If this hat could talk, it'd say it's 'bout time we settle down Don't you think we've done enough ridin' away? Maybe we should take the saddle off the Chevy and stay If this hat could talk, it'd tell me to hang it at your place If this hat could talk

Il a une casquette marine, une vareuse de pêche Il chante sa plainte bleue marine, la bouche sèche Le bleu qu'il met dans sa vodka, ça lui rappelle Tous les "j'aurais dû", "y avait qu'à", La Rochelle Il voulait Molène en mer d'Iroise, les ancres rouillées Les baleines, la mer turquoise, les coffres oubliés Les sirènes, les bêtes sournoises, les grands voiliers Mais la vie le promène en Seine-et-Oise dans sa Simca rouillée On vit la vie dans une brume, on a des fêtes Une boucle d'oreille avec une plume dans la tête Le bleu qu'on met dans la vodka, ça nous rappelle Tous les "j'aurais dû", "y avait qu'à", La Rochelle On voulait Molène en mer d'Iroise, les ancres rouillées Les baleines, la mer turquoise, les coffres oubliés Les sirènes, les bêtes sournoises, les grands voiliers Mais la vie nous promène en Seine-et-Oise dans sa Simca rouillée On voulait Molène en mer d'Iroise, les ancres rouillées Les baleines, la mer turquoise, les coffres oubliés Les sirènes, les bêtes sournoises, les grands voiliers Mais la vie nous promène en Seine-et-Oise dans sa Simca rouillée Dans sa Simca rouillée

(Marin, oh, marin) Enfant du voyage Ton lit c'est la mer Ton toit, les nuages Été comme hiver Ta maison c'est l'océan Tes amis sont les étoiles Tu n'as qu'une fleur au cœur Et c'est la rose des vents Ton amour est un bateau Qui te berce dans ses voiles Mais n'oublie pas pour autant Que l'on t'attend Enfant du voyage Ton cœur s'est offert Au vent, aux nuages Là-bas, sur la mer Mais tu sais que dans un port Tremblant à chaque sirène Une fille aux cheveux d'or Perdue dans le vent du nord Une fille aux cheveux d'or Compte les jours et les semaines Et te garde son amour Pour ton retour (Marin, marin)