A Natural

I used to know a friendly feller, We used to call "Old Pat;" The ladies, they would smile at him, For he would always lift his hat.

Pat was not a ritzy guy, He wore old clothes and shoes; He'd always try to cheer you up When you had the blues.

He'd always say, "Good morning! A very pleasant day!" "How are all your folks a-doin'?" I'd often hear him say.

He never had a tale of woe, But to yours he'd always listen; When you was havin' rotten luck, And his eyes would sort o' glisten.

He wouldn't knock another guy, But would give each man his due; He wouldn't kick a homeless dog, Nor tell a fib on you.

Some folks, there were, who didn't know, And some who didn't understand, That though old Pat was just "Old Pat," He was also a natural gentleman.