Vassar Clements
Brown's Ferry Blues
Hard luck poppa, a-countin' his toesYou can smell his feet wherever he goesLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesHard luck poppa done [? ] (note 1)[?] luck, you got to smileLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesTwo old maids a-sitting in the sandEach one wishing that the other was a manLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesTwo old maids done lost their styleIf you want to be lucky you got to smileLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesIt's early to bed and early to riseAnd your girl goes out with other guysLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bIuesYou don't believe me try it yourselfI tried it and I got leftLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesHard luck poppa standing in the rainIf the world was corn he couldn't buy grainLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry bluesHard luck poppa standing in the snowHis knees knock together but he's raring to goLord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues
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