Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way he us one and all
Many a patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them too were in by ol' Doc Brown
we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul he said needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our town and drained each purse
The 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
And so to an old dusty room a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb below to advertise his
He 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
But anyone with could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they upon his door
Ol' Doc was lying down but his life was no more
They him there in his old black suit but on his face was a smile 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 gave hearts a pull
cause beside each debtor's Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their into this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc like one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty
He an old iron casket he'd never been able to sell
And the procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they stretched out for more than a
And we breathed a prayer as we him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had earned the right to be on terms with God
His grave was covered with flowers but not from the floral
Just roses and things from folks and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man carried a
So some just picked the flowers as they passed along the way
We 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
But monuments cost so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a of wood
We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had nailed his
We it white and to all of us it surely did look 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 getting
And still when breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc
You can still see that old hitching post as if in to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc Brown has up stairs