C 
Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that 
           F                    G                  C 
He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend 
C 
Manny was a regular guy, with an old soul look in his eye 
         F                G                      C 
He was a man of word, and true to himself to the end 
 

F                        G                     C  
Manny loved to laugh and share a good story or two 
          F                             G                      C  
If he's a making you a hat, he needs to know some things about you 
          F             G     C                   C/B      Am     
He'd say, "Set yourself down, tell us what you're thinking about 
     F                                                      G 
Your hat says something about you, 'fore you even open your mouth"  
 

C 
Manny had a funky hat shop, south of town where everyone stopped 
   F                            G                   C 
To sit and chat, get a hat, and maybe get a new attitude 
            C 
He loved to sit up front and greet folks, take their measurements and laugh at their jokes 
    F                        G                      C 
You couldn't stop by without staying there all afternoon 
         C 
His wife Norma she sat in the back, sewing sweatbands in all of his hats 
    F                      G                         C 
She listened to the radio, some times I'd sing her a tune 
 
Chorus 
 
He made hats for a lot of great men but none were finer then he made for a friend 

He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand 

He'd take your old hat and make her brand new, he'd shape it any way you wanted him too 

He'd fix it up fine with a porcupine-beaded hatband 

You know his hats were worn all over the world, by real cowboy, women's and pearls 

He even made one for me he jokingly called "the old friend" 
 
Bridge:  
          Am               Em      F                C 
Well when old friends disappear, I sometimes wonder where 
    Am                             Em                  C      G 
I'd like to think maybe there just somewhere round the bend 
    Am                  Em        F                 C  
But Manny's in heaven I bet, I'll go you one better yet 
F                   C                F                  G        
I'll bet money John B. and Manny are talking God into a hat 
 
 
Old Manny used to take me aside, he'd say Jerry Jeff you know how to write 
Why don't you make up a hat song and do it just the way that you do 
Well now that old Manny has gone, I finally made him up Manny's hat song 
'Cause it's the best way to keep your old friend alive in a room 
 
Chorus 
 
Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that 
He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend