Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his way he served us one and all
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 out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for and ills
Why half the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them too were ushered in by ol' Doc
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his
And were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our town and drained meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to
He had to sell his why he couldn't even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping get well and his heart was pure gold
But anyone with eyes could see Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't answer when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying but his life was no more
They found him there in his old black suit but on his face was a of contentment
But all the money could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw their hearts a pull
cause beside each name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us alarm
'Till some one the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their into this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc been like one of the so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could a thing
Except Jones the he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd never been to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and
But those of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had the right to be on speaking terms with God
His grave was with flowers but not from the floral shop
Just roses and things from folks gardens and one or two tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man a load
So some just picked the wild as they passed along the way
We wanted to 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
But monuments money so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a monument of
We pulled up that old hitching where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did fine
Now the rains and snow has washed our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's faint
And still when southern and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can see that old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide Doc Brown has moved up stairs