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Hank Snow - Lyrics

The One And Only Hank Snow - Album

Old Doc Brown

He was just an old country doctor

In a little Kentucky town

Fame and fortune had passed him by

But we never saw him frown

As day by day in his kindly way

He served us one and all

Many a patient forgot to pay

Altho' doc's fees were small

But Old Doc Brown didn't seem to mind

He didn't even send out bills

His only ambition was to find

It seems, sure cures for aches and ills

Why nearly half the folks in my home town

Yes, I'm one of them too

Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown

When we made our first debut

Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times

That he'd receive a fee

He'd pass it on to some poor soul

That needed it worse than he

But when the depression hit our town

And drained each meager purse

The scanty income of Old Doc Brown

Just went from bad to worse

He had to sell all of his furniture

Why, he couldn't even pay his office rent

So to a dusty room over a Livery stable

Doc Brown and his practice went

On the hitchin' post at the curb below

To advertise his wares

He nailed a little sign that read

'Doc Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' folks get well

And his heart was just pure gold

But anyone with eyes could see

That Doc was gettin' old

And then one day he didn't even answer

When they knocked upon his door

Old Doc Brown was a-lyin' down

But his soul - was no more

They found him there in an old black suit

And on his face was a smile of content

But all the money they could find on him

Was a quarter and a copper cent

So they opened up his ledger

And what they saw gave their hearts a pull

Beside each debtor's name

Old Doc had writ these words, 'Paid in full'

It looked like the potter's field for Doc

That caused us some alarm

Till someone 'membered the family graveyard

Out on the Simmons farm

Old doc had brought six of their kids

And Simmons was a grateful cuss

He said "Doc's been like one of the family

So, you can let him sleep with us"

Old Doc should have had a funeral

Fine enough for a king

It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke

And no one could give a thing

'Cept Jones, the undertaker

He did mighty well

Donatin' an old iron casket

That he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it wasn't much

For grace and pomp and style

But those wagonloads of mourners

They stretched out for more than a mile

And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there

To rest beneath the sod

This man who'd earned the right

To be on speaking terms with God

His grave was covered with flowers

But not from the floral shops

Just roses and things from folks' garden

And one or two dandelion pots

For the depression had hit our little town hard

And each man carried a load

So some just picked the wildflowers

As they passed along the road

We wanted to give him a monument

Kinda figured we owed him one

'Cause he'd made our town a better place

For all the good he'd done

But monuments cost money

So, we did the best we could

And on his grave we gently placed

A monument - of wood

We pulled up that old hitchin' post

Where Doc had nailed his sign

And we painted it white and to all of us

It certainly did look fine

Now the rains and snow has washed away

Our white trimmings of paint

And there ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign

And that is gettin' faint

Still, when southern breezes and flickering stars

Caress our sleeping town

And the pale moon shines through Kentucky pines

On the grave of Old Doc Brown

You can still see that old hitchin' post

As if an answer to our prayers

Mutely telling the whole wide world

'Doc Brown has moved up stairs'."

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