OLD BLACK SUIT
Hanging in the corner of his closet,
Is an old worn and faded black suit.
He was looking sharp the day he bought it,
A young man full of dreams at twenty two.

Oh, the sparkle in her eye when she first saw it,
Was enough to win the heart of any man.
He remembers reaching down into his pocket
And pulling out that golden wedding band.

That old black suit has heard its share of laughter,
those shoulders have soaked up a tear or two.
This ain’t a story of happy ever afters.
Both life and death have touched that old black suit.

He wore it to Rebekka Lynn’s baptism
So proud the day that she accepted Christ
He put it on again for his Mama’s funeral,
Oh he cried just like a baby when she died.

That old black suit has heard its share of laughter,
those shoulders have soaked up a tear or two.
This ain’t a story of happy ever afters.
Both life and death have touched that old black suit.

With trembling hands he reaches out to touch it,
Knowing he’ll soon wear it for the very last time.

That old black suit has heard its share of laughter,
Those shoulders have soaked up a tear or two.
This ain’t a story of happy ever afters.
Both life and death have touched that old black suit.

Hanging in the corner of his closet, is an old worn and faded black suit.