I wore a hat to church today. It was candy apple red.
I heard a man behind me say, “That hat could wake the dead!”
Oh, it didn’t hurt my feelings none. I’d pretty much decided…
That funny looking hat would cost me all I’d ever prided.
I never was a classy one. I got no notions to dispel.
I only just found out, my Easter hat should be pastel.
I have to live within my means which mostly are a minus.
‘Sides, the pink hat wouldn’t fit my head. It swolled up from sinusitis.
The onliest dress that sort of fit looks like an Easter egg done died.
Couldn’t find no red to match my hat. Can’t say I really tried.
When I got home from church I found my hat was all askew.
I shoulda pinned it to my head like Grandma used to do.
Don’t mind the troubles with my hat, I loved the sermon and the songs.
I knew before the last amen, I was right where I belongs.
I’ll go back agin next week and sit right where I sat. You’ll know zactly who I am…I’ll be wearin my red hat.
I wore a hat to church today and I’m sure glad I did. Cause you’ll know me when you see me, if I don’t flip my bright red lid!