The Last Suit You Wear

VERSE I: Baker Moore's plane went down Just three miles south of town On a forty acre farm He foreclosed on I can hear him saying now "Money is what it's all about" Now I can safely say That he's dead wrong CHORUS: The last suit you wear Won't need no pockets You can't take it with you When you go When that handfull of dirt Goes back into the earth What you'll be worth Only heaven knows VERSE II: You know he always said "You gotta dress for success" And he wore the very best That money could buy He made a fortue in his time Now he leaves it all behind They aught to write this On the stone there where he lyes CHORUS: