Manny was a maker of hats, Manny was much more than that
He was the kind of guy, you and I would want for a friend
Manny was a regular guy, with an old soul look in his eye
He was a man of word, and true to himself to the end
Manny loved to laugh and share a good story or two
If he's a making you a hat, he needs to know some things about you
He'd say, "Set yourself down, tell us what you're thinking about
Your hat says something about you, 'fore you even open your mouth"
Manny had a funky hat shop, south of town where everyone stopped
To sit and chat, get a hat, and maybe get a new attitude
He loved to sit up front and greet folks, take their measurements and laugh at their jokes
You couldn't stop by without staying there all afternoon
His wife Norma she sat in the back, sewing sweatbands in all of his hats
She listened to the radio, some times I'd sing her a tune
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Well when old friends disappear, I sometimes wonder where
I'd like to think maybe there just somewhere round the bend
But Manny's in heaven I bet, I'll go you one better yet
I'll bet money John B. and Manny are talking God into a hat
Old Manny used to take me aside, he'd say Jerry Jeff you know how to write