All Dressed Up

Things is pickin' up as most folks knows, So I sent to town fer to git new clo'es. Some onderwear and a big hat box, A couple of shirts and a passel of socks. Some overalls and other truck, Three red bandannys throwed in fer luck. My boots aint new but they'll do right well, I reckon I'll make them last a spell. I'll be the pride of the whole derned spread. With a fust class Stetson on my head. A bran new slicker tied on behind-- It's strange how yore clo'se improves your mind. Nice new clo'es purtects the hide And sorter contents a man inside. Clo'es does a heap toward makin' the man. Try goin' without and you'll onderstand.