Bill Anderson

Bill Anderson - Ol' Doc Brown lyrics

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He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town

Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown

As day by day in his kindly way he served us one and all

Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small

But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills

His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills

Why nearly half the folks in our home town

And yes I'm one of them too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown

When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes

And there were times he'd receive a fee

But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he said needed it worse than he

So when hard times hit our town and drained each meager purse

The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to worse

He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his office rent

And so to an old dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went

On the hitching post at the curb below to advertise his wares

He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"

And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was pure gold

But anyone with eyes could see that Doc was getting old

Then one day he didn't even answer when they knocked upon his door

Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but his life was no more

They found him there in his old black suit but on his face was a smile of contentment

But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent

So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull

cause beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"

Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm

'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm

Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss

He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can sleep with us."

Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a king

It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing

Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well

He donated an old iron casket he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style

But those wagonloads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile

And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there to rest beneath the sod

This man who had earned the right to be on speaking terms with God

His grave was covered with flowers but not from the floral shop

Just roses and things from folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops

For times had hit our town hard and each man carried a load

So some just picked the wild flowers as they passed along the way

We wanted to give Doc a monument we kind of figured we owed him one

cause he had made our town a better place for all the good he had done

But monuments cost money so we just did the best we could

And on his grave we just placed a monument of wood

We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had nailed his sign

We painted it white and to all of us it surely did look fine

Now the rains and snow has washed away our white trimmings of paint

And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint

And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town

And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown

You can still see that old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers

Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs

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