SAD DAY in the town, as we buried T.J. Brown
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Good man spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
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He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
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But I never heard him treat no-one unkind
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, while I dry my eyes
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, it's old T.J.'s last ride
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He FERRIED model A's to the Cape GUIRARDO shore
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Way before my poppa ever had a son
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When I was eight or nine I would sit by his back porch
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And he would tell me stories from back in World War one
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, while I dry my eyes
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, it's old T.J.'s last ride
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T,J.'s wife passed on, it was back in '61
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Seems like yesterday, my my how time does fly
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Still I would drop by and we'd sit and reminisce
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And I'd stare across the river so as not to SEE him cry
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, while I dry my eyes
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, it's old T.J.'s last ride
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Well now here we stand with our memories and prayers
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Mourning and crying down to the youngest child
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And all that's gathered here will remember T.J. Brown
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He will miss his river and we'll miss his old smile
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, while I dry my eyes
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LAY him down slow, in the ground slow
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LAY him down slow, it's old T.J.'s last ride
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So let him down slow
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T.J's LAST RIDE
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| Roger Miller |
