GLAD RAGS AGAIN – J.Lowe/Lowe Life Music
When this coat was a brighter blue,
Though it never ever was brand new,
I wore it ’til it crumbled at the sleeves,
And I’ve kept it all these years,
Though it’s darned with my joys and tears,
Its patches are my memories and my dreams.
We lived close to the kitchen floor,
But high on a never-locked door it used to hang,
‘Til at last it was tired and torn,
And it fell to the words of scorn my friends all sand
But I swear and vow,
If I only knew now,
All the things that I knew then<
I’d be glad to wear glad rags again
There’s a patch for the brown haird lass
that led me into the grass,
Then went home to a mansion on high,
And her friends in their fancy clothes,
Looked down from a well-bred nose,
But I buckled my coat and I looked them in the eye.
And there’s a patch for the lonely nights,
When the son-of-poor=man’s plight stung me blind,
And my mouth was a collier’s curse,
For the cut of my cards at birth seemed so unkind.
There’s a patch for the friends as warm,
In fair weather as in storm
That I left on a corner end and saw no more,
There’s a million names in mind,
That I never should’ve left behind,
And swapped for a lonely beer on a foreign shore,
And there’s a patch for the chance I took,
In the hope that lady luck would steer in view,
And a patch for for the scrape so fine
When yet another stitch in time would see me through.