Brown's Ferry Blues

Hard luck poppa, a-countin' his toes

You can smell his feet wherever he goes

Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues

Hard luck poppa done [? ]

[?] luck, you got to smile

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.

It's early to bed and early to rise

And your girl goes out with other guys

Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues

You don't believe me try it yourself

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

Hard luck poppa standing in the snow

His knees knock together but he's raring to go

Lord, Lord, got those Brown's Ferry blues.