(Ian McLagan, Rod Stewart)
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I don't need no one's opinion
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On the matter concerning my dress.
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I was raised in a clinic down in Oklahoma,
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There were many things I did not possess.
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I never complained, because my father said,
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"Son you'll get your chance before you're my age".
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Then he took me upstairs and gave me this suit
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Written all over his face
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He said, "Others may come and others may go,
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But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
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Three button hand me down
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Three button hand me down
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I had my fair share of neat women,
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But they came between me and my suit.
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That was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston,
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Not forgetting the one in Detroit.
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They said, "We like you boy and we think you're sweet,
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But can't you lose your suit?"
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I said, "No, you can't do that to me"
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I remember what my father said:
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He said, "Others may come and others may go,
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But that suit will be around wherever you're goin'"
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Three button hand me down, ha ha,
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Three button hand me down
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I've never been a tidy dresser
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And the fold in my trousers it ain't straight.
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Still I know a good cloth when I see one.
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That's why I'm clad in this gray flannel suit.
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Sometimes I wonder if I should visit a tailor
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And get myself a smooth outfit.
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Then I remember what my father said to me.
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I'll make you from the open road
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He said, "Others may come and others may go,
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But that suit will be around wherever you go"
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Three button hand me down,
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Three button hand me down
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Three Button Hand Me Down
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| The Faces |
