| Lyrics: | OLD BLUE SUIT
When he was a boy, just sixteen years,
Bursting at the elbows, wet
behind the ears,
Papa called him in and sat him in a chair,
Said, "Son, I think it's time
you had a suit to wear."
It was his old blue suit, the one he used to wear,
With his pants all shiny and the cuffs worn bare.
He never had much, but he always bought
the best,
And in his old blue suit, today they're laying him to rest
Every
Friday evening, driving into town
In his '37 Chevy, with the top rolled down,
Waving at
the ladies, he'd give his horn a toot
A-sitting there, a-beaming, in his old blue
suit.
At a wedding or a funeral, a party of a dance
You'd better brush you jacket,
don't forget to press your pants.
With polish on his shoes, Vitalis on his hair,
He always
looked his finest every time he'd wear
His old blue suit . . .
Down at
the feed store, only yesterday,
Why, everyone was talking 'bout how he passed away.
When
he meets Peter on the golden stair,
I guess I don't have to tell you what he'll
wear.
He'll wear his old blue suit . . .
Written by Jerry
Rasmussen
Recorded on So Goes My Heart (FSI-99) by Ann Mayo Muir
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