Besedila: Tim McGraw. Tim McGraw. I Keep It Under My Hat.

It looks a little weathered, so it looks good on me
But since you've left I'm wearin'
This old hat differently
Pain, wind, rain and sun, it keeps out all but one

So I keep the brim pulled down
Whenever those teardrops come around
So nobody else can see
Just what your memory does to me

I know I can't hide
But baby, I've still got my pride
When your memory comes back
I keep it under my hat

Last night, I thought I'd go out
I don't know where my head was at
I had to turn around, go back and get my hat
And I was glad I did, when I saw you with him

And I kept the brim pulled down
Whenever those teardrops came around
So nobody else could see
Just what your memory does to me

I know I can't hide
But, baby, I've still got my pride
When your memory comes back
I keep it under my hat

When your memory comes back
I keep it under my hat