Brown’s Ferry Blues

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 can’t do his stuff
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 believe 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 raring to go
Lord Lord got those Brown’s Ferry Blues.