Brown's Ferry Blues - Tony Trischka/Billy Strings

Composed by：Alton Delmore/Raybon Delmore

Hard luck papa comin' down the lane

Mama give him back his walkin' 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 gettin' too tired

If he don't quit drinkin' he'll be high as a kite

Lord lord I got them brown's ferry blues

He's drinkin' 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 standin' 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

Here go bell

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

Yeah do

Well he we are he we are

Around he we are

Lord lord I got them brown's ferry blues

Oh let's Smalink Tony and Bell and Sand

Set mines he we are

Lord lord I got them brown's ferry blues