Doc Watson Brown's Ferry Blues song lyrics

Hard luck poppa counting his toes

You can smell his feet wherever he goes

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

Hard luck poppa don't do his stiff

Trouble with him he's been too rough

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

Two old maids a-sitting in the sand

Each one wishing that the other was a man

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

Two old maids done lost their style

If you want to be lucky, you got to smile

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

Early to bed and early to rise

And your girl goes out with other guys

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

If you don't bvelieve me, try it yourself

Well, I tried it and I got left

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

Hard luck poppa standing in the rain

If the world was corn, he couldn't buy grain

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues

His knees knock together but he's raing to go

Lord, lord, got those Brown's Ferry Blues