It was one of those occasions
Where you had to wear a suit
So his wife drove down to a thrift store
Found him a beaut
You'd have thought he was a governor
Or a man of noble birth
You'd have never guessed his profession
Was scratching the earth
And then all his family got into their cars
And followed as he led them down the road toward Lincoln
Even though nobody said a single word
Everyone was thinking to themselves how fine he looked
Wearing that suit
It was such a perfect service
A gentle rain was falling down
And it did not disturb his deep slumber
When the vets fired three rounds
Now he wears that suit forever
He truly is a man of note
For he wears the State of Nebraska
As his overcoat
And they left him resting out there with his folks
And came away from Lincoln with a revelation
That this rough and humble tiller of the soil
Would rise out of the fertile ground and meet his maker
Wearing that suit
It was one of those occasions
Where you need to wear a suit
'Cause it was one of those occasions
It was one of those occasions
Writer(s): Hugh Prestwood
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