Faces

I don't need no one's opinionOn the matter concerning
my dressI was raised in a clinic down in OklahomaThere
were many things I did not possessI never complained,
because my father saidSon you'll get your chance before
you're my ageThen he took me upstairs and gave me this
suitWritten all over his faceHe said,
"Others may come and others may goBut that suit will
be around wherever you're goin'"Three button hand me
downThree button hand me downNow I had my fair share
of neat womenBut they came between me and my suitThat
was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from HoustonNot
forgetting the one in DetroitThey said,
"We like you boy and we think you're sweetBut can't
you lose your suit?"I said,
"No no no no, you can't do that to me"I remember what
my father saidHe said, "Others may come and others
may goBut that suit will be around wherever you're
goin'"Three button hand me downThree button hand me
downI've never been a tidy dresserAnd the fold in my
trousers it ain't straightStill I know a good cloth
when I see oneThat's why I'm clad in this gray flannel
suitSometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailorAnd
get myself a smooth outfitThen I remember what my father
said to meI'll make you from the open roadHe said,
"Others may come and others may goBut that suit will
be around wherever you go"Three button hand me downThree
button hand me down