This song is about my favorite old sweater You will know what I am talking about Everybody has a favorite old sweater You’ve been through some stuff together Breakups, kisses, kids, fights, and personal tragedy But mostly it’s a dependable garment You get that first crisp, fall morning The seasons are trying to changing, you are not quit there yet You don’t want to turn on the furnace but it is chilly You curl up with a blanket You got a hot cup of coffee and everything is perfect It’s all cozy and you know you got that sweater on There’s a grease stain on the collar A tiny bunt hole on the front And the entire left sleeve is trying to let go Get off while the getting’s good Been spit up on by all three kids Been to some weddings and a couple funerals When I die, I want to be buried In my favorite old sweater Well everybody’s got a favorite old sweater Except maybe your’s isn’t a sweater at all Maybe it’s an old college sweatshirt, has some Greek letters on the front It’s advertising your favorite sorority It’s probably not something you wear out of the house But when there is a chill in the air, it’s the thing you want to have on Maybe it’s an old flannel shirt Left over from your old grunge music days The elbows are worn out from throwing haymakers in the mosh pit It’s missing every other button It’s got a rip in it, down here from that time Well you know what I’m talking about It stays in the bottom of the dresser drawer It’s just an old rag really, but you could never part with it because it’s always been there for you My old sweater wasn’t original to me This is a hand me down sweater Pre-owned, gently used merchandise This sweater originally belonged to my Grandfather I don’t remember for sure if he gave it to me Right before he died or maybe it was just after Well, I guess he couldn’t have given it to me after he died That would have been weird But somehow I ended up with this sweater and I’m glad I did I don’t have any specific memories of Pap wearing the sweater I am positive it was not his favorite old sweater But I know it belonged to Pap and when I put it on, I think of him He’s been dead now a long time I’ve been wearing the sweater out for 20 years, anyhow We’ve been through some stuff, me and this sweater Even though it’s had plenty of time to air itself out The first time every fall when I put it on It always smells like he is standing there next to me It’s that first chilly day, you go outside, and you really need a sweater And you are walking to the park with the kids And everyone has their little favorite sweater on And the leaves are crunching underneath your feet And you are thinking about having soup for dinner And your dreaming about great big pumpkins and all that basic stuff The chilly, crisp air blows through the half naked trees And the smell on the air, I am sure There must be a ghost smoking a pipe in my sweater pocket
