Lyric 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