Brown's Ferry Blues

Hard luck papa coming down the lane Mama give him back his walking cane Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Thrown it away and he went to town To see that woman and now he's down Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Hard luck papa getting too tired If he don't quit drinking, he'll be high as a kite Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He's drinking that block and tackle kind He can walk a block and tackle a lion Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues I walked up to my girl's old man And I asked him for my true love's hand Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He said, You la-la-little galoot And instead of her hand, I got his foot Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Hard luck papa standing in the rain If the world was corn, he couldn't buy grain Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues He runs around in secondhand clothes You can smell his feet wherever he goes Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Revenue man took my gin I hope they won't come back again Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues Took my sweetie with them too Cause she'd had a little drink or two Lord, Lord, I got them Brown's Ferry blues