Red, white, and blue horseshoes. On your head this time.
Hat hair is real. Barn mornings start early. This cap covers for you.
It shades your eyes on the trail, hides yesterday's braid at the feed store, and looks right at every cookout from May through September. Luck rides along the whole way.
Structured enough to keep its shape. Broken-in enough to feel like yours by day two.
Throw it on. Go catch your horse. Good luck with that, by the way. She saw you coming.
