| One suit, one suit was all I had
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| One suit, one suit was all I had
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| One suit, one suit was all I had
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| And it was nothin' but an old gray, beat up plaid
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| I had the best lookin' gal in town
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| And she weighed about a hundred and eleven pounds
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| But I felt so shamed when I called on her
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| 'Cause I was ragged as a great big
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| One suit, one suit was all I had
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| One suit, hmmmm one suit was all I had
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| One suit, one suit was all I had
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| And it was nothin' but an old gray, beat up plaid
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| Now the cups are frayed, the pants are shiny
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| Got a rip in the seam that ain’t exactly tiny
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| Pleats in the front, belt in the back
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| I got a great like a shape of a flower sack
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| When my gal took me to her home
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| And her mama put the pots and the skillets on But I ate one helpin' and that was all
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| 'Cause if I gained a pound my suit would
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| Eww, be too small
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| I close my story with these few lines
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| As I stand here a-diggin' those men’s wear signs
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| With my pockets empty as they can be Well you’re in bad shape, buddy
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| If you look like me |