Well, hard luck poppa walkin' in the rain
If the world was corn he couldn't buy grain
Lord God, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Well, he walks around town in second hand clothes
You can smell his feet wherever he goes
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Well, the revenue man he took my gin
I hope he don't come back again
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
He took my sweetheart with him too
'Cause she had a little drink or two
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
And I went up to my girl's old man
And asked him for my true love's hand
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
He said, "Come here, you little galoot!"
And instead of her hand, I got his foot
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
It's early to bed and early to rise
Your girl goes out with other guys
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Well, I wanna go see her but it ain't no use
The jailer in the city won't turn me loose
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Yeah, it's two old maids layin' in the sand
Each of 'em wishin' that the other was a man
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Well, I don't dip and I don't chew
I don't go with the girls who do
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
Well, hard luck poppa walkin' in the rain
The world was corn he couldn't buy grain
Lord God, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
And he walks around town in second hand clothes
Smell his feet wherever he goes
Lord Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry Blues
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