One Hundred Buttons

There’s one hundred buttons in this antique shop I’m looking for one that reminds me of you If you don’t think I’ll find it, well then, I’m sure you won’t mind it When I sew it to my coat for when I am blue You’re the eight o’clock sun on a summer’s day I thought you’d already gone away But there are folks at the equator who have never seen you later Than when they bow their heads at supper time to pray There’s one hundred buttons in this antique shop I’m looking for one that reminds me of you If you don’t think I’ll find it, well then, I’m sure you won’t mind it When I sew it to my coat for when I am blue You’re a protest song back in ‘65 Trying to keep the freedom alive But if you’re fixing to get tied down, there’s no better place than this town Here I was born, here I live, and here I will die There’s one hundred buttons in this antique shop I’m looking for one that reminds me of you If you don’t think I’ll find it, well then, I’m sure you won’t mind it When I sew it to my coat for when I am blue I pin down ice cubes with my straw Just like you, they don’t stay put for long You told me your family is struggling But you went to Europe to see your cousin Well, I can wait; I can’t wait that long There’s one hundred buttons in this antique shop I’m looking for one that reminds me of you If you don’t think I’ll find it, well then, I’m sure you won’t mind it When I sew it to my coat for when I am blue There’s one hundred buttons in this antique shop I found me one that reminds me of you And you can’t call it stealing, because this button is here for me and God gave me a heart to give to you So now I’ve got a button for when I am blue