I don't need no wide
opinion or no matter concerning my dress.
I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma.
There were many things I did not possess.
Well,
I never complained because my father said,
son, you get your chance before you're my age.
Then he took me upstairs and gave me the suit,
the grinning all over his face.
Said others may come and the others may go,
but that suit'll be around way
after your grown-up.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Hold on a minute.
Between me and my suit,
there was a filly from Boston and a boy made from Houston.
I forget no one in Detroit.
They said we like you,
boy,
and we think you're sweet,
but can't you lose your suit?
I said no, no, no, no, you can't do that to me.
I remember what my father said.
He said others may come and the others may go,
but that suit'll be around way after your grown-up.
But that suit'll be around way after your grown-up.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Ha, ha.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Now, get over there.
I've
never been a tidy dresser.
And the fold in my trousers, it ain't straight.
Still I know a good cloth when I see one.
That's why I'm clad in this gray flannel suit.
Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a
tailor and get myself a smooth outfit.
Then I remember what my father said to me.
I'll make it from the open road.
You all know this.
He said others may come and the others may go,
but that suit'll be around way after your grown-up.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Tree bud and hand me down.
Ha, ha.