The Ghost And The Black Hat

A widow's life is no life at all

Look said the ghost, there in the hall

Her big brown eyes

And northern beer

Pulled her through her living years

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the

The gravedigger's work is almost done

A hole in the ground spits dirt at the sun

The water-tank is dirty and dry

Dust from the creek covers the sky

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the

Five years without a sound

The railroad's melted down

Ten years further on

A husband in the ground

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the

Won't you wear the, black hat