He trudged through the sunshine and he rode under the moon.

Time grazed in bullets ricocheted his life away.

Beneath the gloom of that dark-edged trim, truth wore just one size.

...

Though his life's on the line, ain't no hats left behind.

Cause loyalty lies in what a head can get around.

Hearts banded tight when each hat seams sewn just right.

An' he ain't too proud to pick his hat up off the ground.

...

Then the brim-breaking light exposed the dents in their crowns.

Fancy designs slipped through fraying threads.

Hats sought his hand along unlawful winds as their own linings tore.

...

Though his life's on the line, ain't no hats left behind.

Cause loyalty lies in what a head can get around.

Hearts banded tight when each hat seams sewn just right.

An' he ain't too proud to pick his hat up off the ground.

...

How many hands can one man extend

when so many hats want a turn upon his head?

...

Though his life's on the line, ain't no hats left behind.

Cause loyalty lies in what a head can get around.

Hearts banded tight when each hat seams sewn just right.

An' he ain't too proud to pick his hat up off the ground.

...

Though his life's on the line, ain't no hats left behind.

...

... no hats left behind...

...

... hats... left... be-hiiind...

...

This little ditty was inspired by the Arthur whom Wretch chose to be during his Let's Play of Red Dead Redemption 2. Looking up his LP - as well as the game itself - is highly recommended!