Any time I see crepe hanging on
a door,
I know someone has lost a pal;
It may be a girl or it may be a
boy,
No doubt it's some man's best gal;
In two or three days, you see them
wearing black,
Weeping for who's broke their heart,
It's awful hard to lose someone
you really love,
Still the best of friends must
part.
My man is not dead, but he is gone,
And that is why I sing this song:
If your good man quits you, don't
never wear no black,
You lose time worrying that will
never bring him back;
Crying will never do no good, it
doesn't show your womanhood;
Let him know that you can get along.
Leave your door wide open, anytime
you lose your friend;
When he walks out, another one
will step right in,
Just be true blue, and play the
game on the square,
And you can get a good man 'most
anywhere;
So, if your good man quits you,
don't never wear no black!
If your good man quits you, don't
never wear no black,
You lose time worrying that will
never bring him back;
Crying will never do no good, it
doesn't show your womanhood;
Let him know that you can get along.
Leave your door wide open, anytime
you lose your friend;
When he walks out, another one
will step right in,
Just be true blue, and play the
game on the square,
And you can get a good man 'most
anywhere;
So, if your good man quits you,
don't never wear no black!
Published 4/1/01.
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