Brown's Ferry Blues Songtext
von Doc Watson

Hard luck papa coming down the lane
Mama give him back his walking cane
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown′s Ferry blues
Thrown it away and he went to town
To see that woman and now he's down
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown′s Ferry blues

Hard luck papa getting too tight
If he don't quit drinking he'll be high as a kite
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown′s Ferry blues
He′s drinking that block and tackle kind
He can walk a block and tackle a lion
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues


I walked up to my girl′s old man
And I asked him for my true love's hand
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown′s Ferry blues
He said you low-down little galoot
And instead of her hand I got his foot
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues

Hard luck papa standing in the rain
If the world was corn he couldn′t buy a grain
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues
He runs around in second hand clothes
You can smell his feet wherever he goes
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues

Revenue man took my gin
I hope they won′t come back again
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown′s Ferry blues
Took my sweetie with them too
'Cause she′d had a little drink or two
Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues
He said that′s why he took her