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Mister Jackson's Hat
Mister Jackson,
where are you?
Your hat sits by itself in your now empty pew.
Dressy, gray, with satin black ribbon.
Lookin' as good as the day it was new.
Mister Jackson,
what can I say?
This morning the Deacon men carried you away.
Folks had questions;
still, they took you out today.
Mister Jackson,
can you see me?
Your hat proudly rests on my knee.
I will wear it with great honor
and treat it with dignity.
O, dear, Mister Jackson,
I don't want this to sound all wrong.
Open your ears, my kind sir, just to hear my song.
Your hat abides in my left hand;
Jesus carries us, together, strong.
Mister Jackson, Mister Jackson,
never did we falter.
We led many good folks straight to the altar.
Cleansed and fed, with no fear or dread.
You and me, my best friend; Walter.
It's been a few months, Mister Jackson.
I have got a new "go to church suit", it's true.
Spent all my money, Walter, I've little left to do.
Charcoal gray with proud pinstripes
your hat completes the statement, too.
Mister Jackson, can you remember?
when, I accepted your hat that day?
Of course, you do; you've just never had much to say.
Well, I just gave it to my young, great, nephew,
now, it has a better place to stay.
Mister Jackson, Mr. Jackson,
might you have a sign to show?
That it is, truly, my time, to go.
I await the day when, we together,
in high fashion to meet all those we know.
Mister Jackson,
may I rouse thee?
But, one last time, is my plea.
Might we procure our fashions and pleasures,
at Saint Peter's Haberdashery?
where are you?
Your hat sits by itself in your now empty pew.
Dressy, gray, with satin black ribbon.
Lookin' as good as the day it was new.
Mister Jackson,
what can I say?
This morning the Deacon men carried you away.
Folks had questions;
still, they took you out today.
Mister Jackson,
can you see me?
Your hat proudly rests on my knee.
I will wear it with great honor
and treat it with dignity.
O, dear, Mister Jackson,
I don't want this to sound all wrong.
Open your ears, my kind sir, just to hear my song.
Your hat abides in my left hand;
Jesus carries us, together, strong.
Mister Jackson, Mister Jackson,
never did we falter.
We led many good folks straight to the altar.
Cleansed and fed, with no fear or dread.
You and me, my best friend; Walter.
It's been a few months, Mister Jackson.
I have got a new "go to church suit", it's true.
Spent all my money, Walter, I've little left to do.
Charcoal gray with proud pinstripes
your hat completes the statement, too.
Mister Jackson, can you remember?
when, I accepted your hat that day?
Of course, you do; you've just never had much to say.
Well, I just gave it to my young, great, nephew,
now, it has a better place to stay.
Mister Jackson, Mr. Jackson,
might you have a sign to show?
That it is, truly, my time, to go.
I await the day when, we together,
in high fashion to meet all those we know.
Mister Jackson,
may I rouse thee?
But, one last time, is my plea.
Might we procure our fashions and pleasures,
at Saint Peter's Haberdashery?
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Mister Jackson`s Hat
Mister Jackson`s Hat
