MY DADDY'S DUNGAREES

MY DADDY’S DUNGAREES

Oh! how I looked forward to the day
My dad got a new pair of dungarees
Cause Mom would fix his old ones up
With tucks and hemming at the knees.
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My brother never used to like them
So he was always happy to agree
That those he had were just fine
So they’d be passed on down to me.
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I’d follow Dad around all day
While he did chores on the farm
When he waved to someone passing
I would also raise my arm.
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Once he put a red handkerchief
In the pocket of my pants
So all could see I was a farmer too
With just the slightest glance.
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It’s really kind of funny
What old memories will bring
My Dad was a hard working Farmer
Me; with pockets of a King.

©2/18/04

Monty