| Saturday in the town as we buried TJ Brown
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| Good man spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
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| He was just a man nothing grand just a man
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| But I never heard him treat no one unkind
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| He ferried model A’s to the Cape Cherado shore
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| Way before my poppa ever had a son
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| When I was eight or nine I would sit by his back porch
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| He would tell me stories from back in World War one
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow while I dry my eyes
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow it’s old TJ’s last ride
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| TJ’s wife passed on it was back in '61
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| Seems like yesterday my my how time does fly
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| Still I would drop by and we’d sit and reminisce
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| And I’d stare across the river so as not to watch him cry
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow…
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| Well now here we stand with our memories and prayers
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| Mourning and crying down to the youngest child
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| And all that’s gathered here will remember TJ Brown
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| He will miss his river and we’ll miss his old smile
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow while I dry my eyes
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow it’s old TJ’s last ride
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow while I dry my eyes
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| Let him down slow in the ground slow
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| Let him down slow it’s old TJ’s last ride |