Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Doc Brown, artist - Merle Haggard. Album song Let Me Tell You About A Song, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Capitol Records Nashville
Song language: English
Old Doc Brown |
He was just an old country doctor in a little country town |
Fame and fortune had passed him by though we never saw him frown |
As day by day in his kindly way he’d serve us one and all |
Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc’s fees were small |
Though he needed his dimes and there were times that he’d receive a fee |
He’d pass it onto some poor soul that needed it worse than he |
He had to sell his furniture couldn’t pay his office rent |
So to a dusty room over a livery stable Doc Brown and his satchel went |
And on the hitchin' post at the kerb below to advertise his wares |
He nailed a little sign that read Doc Brown has moved upstairs |
And one day he didn’t answer when they knocked upon his door |
Old Doc Brown was layin' down but his soul was no more |
They found him there in that old black suit on his face was a smile of content |
But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and a copper cent |
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull |
Beside each debtor’s name old Doc had write these words Paid In Full |
Old Doc should had a funeral fine enough for a king |
It’s a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing |
Cept Jones an undertaker he did mighty well |
Donated an old iron casket he had never been able to sell |
And the funeral procession it wasn’t much for grace and pomp and the style |
But those wagon loads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile |
We wanted to give him a monument we kinda figured we owed him one |
Cause he made our town a better place for all the good he’d done |
We pulled up that old hitchin' post where Doc had nailed a sign |
We’d painted it white and to all of us it certainly did look fine |
Now the rains and the snows have washed away our white trimmin’s of paint |
There ain’t nothin' left but Doc’s own sign and that’s gettin' pretty faint |
But you can still see that old hitchin' post as if in answer to our prayers |
Mutually tellin' the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved upstairs |