Flannel Shirt

I try to keep my flannel shirt presentable. I like these shirts because they rough. They also tough. Yes’m, flannel shirts is a good piece of cloth, seein’ as they go with most anything.

I work hard in the mud. That’s why I wear flannel. Sometimes I double up. And my old gal, she wear flannel too. I work with my hands. Wipe ’em off when they soiled. Wrangler jeans and a flannel shirt with two arm-holes plus another for your noggin. Large brim hat. Boots with spurs. Rassle them cows in the mud, then we’re off to church on the Lord’s day. Flannel shirt shows you really mean business.

Button-up front with a collar sewn by hand and not store-boughten. Beats any ten-dollar tarp from J.C. Penney. This garb is bullheaded: it never comes in style. Now give it a touch. You like the feel? That’s mulberry silk. Nah, I’m pulling your leg. Looks sharp and spiffy, though, you can’t deny. It’s nifty. Almost purty.