I wore a suit of blue

I wore a suit of blue, it really looked quite neat

I polished up my shoes, to walk a lonely beat.

I learnt the law and trained to run

I got a badge; I got a gun.

I wore a suit of blue, it really looked quite neat.

I wore a suit of blue, to do some moral good

I walked an honest line, like my Mother said I should.

A few weren’t good, or ethical or true

I despised those ones, even more than you.

I wore a suit of blue, to do some moral good.

I wore a suit of blue, to help the frail and weak

With each horror that I saw, I found it hard to speak.

I didn’t hate a man for the tone of his skin

But others call me racist and hate my star of tin.

I wore a suit of blue, to help the frail and weak.

I wore a suit of blue, I thought I would till the day I die

But as I handed it back in, no more tears will I cry.

As I pick out a new suit, the colors have a wider range

I hope my family still wearing blue understands why I need the change.

I wore a suit of blue, I thought I would till the day I die.